On, on I sped, through the slippery mud, looking neither right nor left, but straight ahead in the hope of recognizing
a familiar face or form.
- "My Home In The Field of Honor", Frances Wilson Huard.
He had walked down Piccadilly with great effect, and a bishop had bowed to him, recognizing,
in a sense, a lay bishop.
- "Roden's Corner", Henry Seton Merriman.
He drew back instinctively, without even recognizing
the aged, white- bearded, yet burly figure.
- "Dreamers of the Ghetto", I. Zangwill.