1954, William Golding, Lord of the Flies, chapter 11Truculently they squared up to each other but kept just out of fighting distance?
1963, Margery Allingham, The China Governess Chapter 8, It was a casual sneer, obviously one of a long line. There was hatred behind it, but of a quiet, chronic type, nothing new or unduly virulent, and he was taken aback by the flicker of amazed incredulity that passed over the younger man's ravaged face. Toberman was disconcerted. ‘What's the matter?’ he demanded truculently.
