Anna, in a gray dressing gown, with a crop of short clustering black curls on her round head, was sitting on a settee.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (1878)
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Her porch was bright with the bought luxury of star-shine; the wicker of the settee squeaked fashionably as she turned toward him and he kissed her curious and lovely mouth.
F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby (1925)
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She took my hand and led me to the settee. And then she also sat down as though we had done this every day.