We met the son and the old man at one of their mines yesterday.
The elder Milbrey, too, had met her at his son's suggestion.
As Philothea turned towards her companion, she met Aspasia's earnest gaze.
As I approached her apartment, the voice of Alcibiades met my ear.
The West and the East were met in conflict,—the old and the new, the stale and the fresh.
I ain't ever ...