Haggard She|page=208|passage=But there was no man to greet them in the market-place, and no woman’s face appeared at the windows—only a bodiless voice went before them, calling: ‘Fallen is Imperial Kôr!—fallen!—fallen! fallen!’
1890, w:Catherine Edith Macauley Martin, w:An Australian Girl, Thinglets fit only to wrap candles in, or make winding-sheets in Lent for pilchards, or keep butter in the market-place from melting.