Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood, but jumped up and ran on, with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin.
H. G. Wells. The Time Machine
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I found a handkerchief thrust into my hand, and did my best to stanch the flow with it.
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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“What’s the temperature? Seventy-two, at least, I should say. I’m not surprised. I’m simply dripping. And I have not, like the sage Antenor, son of the river Aipheus, the power to plunge myself in the paternal wave to stanch my sweat before laying my body in a bath of polished marble and anointing my limbs with fragrant oils.”
Marcel Proust. In Search of Lost Time [volume 3]
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I tried my canoe in a large pond, near my master’s house, and then corrected in it what was amiss; stopping all the chinks with Yahoos’ tallow, till I found it staunch, and able to bear me and my freight;
Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels Into Several Remote Regions of the World (1726)