As he took the last I rolled off the horse, completely prostrated. 'I think,' I gasped faintly, 'I would rather be shot at once—without waiting to be taken in any other positions. I really am not equal to any more of this!' (He was quite capable, I felt, of photographing me in a perambulator, if it once occurred to him!)
F. Anstey. The Talking Horse And Other Tales (1892)
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Though the rain was over, they still stood in the same position in which they had been standing when the storm broke. Both stood bending over a perambulator with a green umbrella.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (Translated by Constance Garnett)
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They pushed the wheels of their perambulators against your legs, without even apologizing.