And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure that I heard you ....
1898, (w), (w) Chapter 4:
Yet had I scarce set foot in the passage when I stopped, remembering how once already this same evening I had played the coward, and run home scared with my own fears.
1931, William Faulkner, Sanctuary, Vintage 1993, p. 122:
Upon the barred and slitted wall the splotched shadow of the heaven tree shuddered and pulsed monstrously in scarce any wind.