1 They felt the pride of their onward movement when the remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
2 Then, hesitating, dribbled past.
3 Even as he raised his large trembling hand to his nose little clouds of smoke dribbled through his fingers over the front of his coat.
4 Giovanni was pining to prostitute himself, dribbling like a dog, wanting to give himself to a woman.
5 Whether it's passing, or tackling, or dribbling, there's no one to touch him, and then, he's got the head, and can hold us all together.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XI. THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTER