For fourteen years the city has had to contend with the fears of the incomer.

The incomer seated himself on a stool, and the cobbler returned to his last, resuming his interrupted work.

Incomer and outgoer each drew back a step, each laughed, each tendered an apology.

He must have come over the wall, which can hardly be prevented if an incomer has a friend who will throw him a rope.

The flying chair struck the incomer across his shins, bringing an angry exclamation from the man.

But if a door opened suddenly I would look anxiously at the incomer.