The others went down and took the bottles with them.

He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.

In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles.

He lived upstairs above the blacksmith shop and took his meals at A. J. Smith’s.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

His family were enormously wealthy⁠—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach⁠—but now he’d left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance, he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest.