She would have liked to live in some old manor-house, like those long-waisted chatelaines who, in the shade of pointed arches, spent their days leaning on the stone, chin in hand, watching a cavalier with white plume galloping on his black horse from the distant fields.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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Here and there a pretty woman on the arm of a cavalier in immaculate attire swept her train as she turned to and fro in the promenade of the terrace.
Arnold Bennett. The Grand Babylon Hôtel (1902)
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George: [admiring Baldrick's painting] Well, Private Baldrick is obviously some kind of an impressionist.
Blackadder: The only decent impression he can do is of a man with no talent. What's it called Baldrick? "The Vomiting Cavalier"?