Clairin

Ah! he must have been swept backwards by the rush of the retreat -- Clairin will find him again.

The History of David Grieve Humphry Ward 1885

Clairin, mad with grief, held his friend in his arms -- held, kissed the beautiful head, now bruised and stained past even _her_ knowing, with its bullet-wound in the temple.

The History of David Grieve Humphry Ward 1885

Regnault and his painter-comrade Clairin were side by side.

The History of David Grieve Humphry Ward 1885

Clairin, his back shaking with laughter, sketched the never-to-be

My Double Life The Memoirs of Sarah Bernhardt Sarah Bernhardt 1884

Clairin, who came in just at that moment to see me, begged me not to do so.

My Double Life The Memoirs of Sarah Bernhardt Sarah Bernhardt 1884

Clairin and I let out the rope, laughing, while Godard, bending over the side of the car, was looking through a field-glass.

My Double Life The Memoirs of Sarah Bernhardt Sarah Bernhardt 1884

I was confounded, and looked for the young gentleman with the umbrella, which I could have used as walking-stick, as neither Clairin nor Godard had one.

My Double Life The Memoirs of Sarah Bernhardt Sarah Bernhardt 1884

Madame Clairin paused; Longmore had turned very pale.

Madame De Mauves Henry James 1879

Madame Clairin now felt thankful for her umbrella.

Madame De Mauves Henry James 1879

Plainly he was much disturbed, and Madame Clairin might congratulate herself on the success of her plea for old-fashioned manners.

Madame De Mauves Henry James 1879