he sailed up onto the little patch of shingle below the rocks.
Ernest Hemingway. The Old Man and the Sea, p.120 (1952)
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For the Mariner he was also an Hi-ber-ni-an. And he stepped out on the shingle,
Kipling. How the Whale got his Throat
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she went off quite alone to the sea-shore, so that the customs officer, going his rounds, often found her lying flat on her face, crying on the shingle.
Gustav Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?
Lewis Carroll. Alice in Wonderland (1865)
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I walk quickly along the shingle, past the beach huts, so pretty in the daylight but now sinister, each one of them a hiding place.
Paula Hawkins. The Girl on the Train, p.322 (2015)