The other took some from a drawer and Sopped up the ink.
"The Sins of Séverac Bablon"
Sax Rohmer
This he poured into the open jaws and Sopped over the blood-clotted head, wetting the limp feet and watching for the life she so bravely proclaimed.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
The oil that had so obviously been Sopped up with bread.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst