Instead of going into the drawing room, where he heard voices, he stopped on the terrace, and leaning his elbows on the parapet, he gazed up at the sky.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (Translated by Constance Garnett)
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A low parapet guarded the edge of this small lookout.
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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Somebody was leaning out of my bedroom window, refreshing his forehead against the cool stone of the parapet, and feeling the air upon his face. It was myself.