1 Andrew Hale was a ruddy man with a big gray moustache and a stubbly double-chin unconstrained by a collar; but his scrupulously clean shirt was always fastened by a small diamond stud.
2 She had been on the front porch and he had ridden up the long avenue, dressed in gray broadcloth with a wide black cravat setting off his frilled shirt to perfection.
3 Then he hastily set about smoothing his hair and settling his ruffled shirt and his cravat which had slipped awry behind one ear.
4 Pork brought forth his favorite ruffled shirt, so inexpertly mended by the chambermaid as to be unwearable by anyone except his valet.
5 He was well turned out in mustard-colored trousers and black coat and his pleated shirt was topped by the widest and most fashionable of black cravats.
6 His hat was gone, his crisp long hair was tumbled in a white mane, his cravat was under one ear, and there were liquor stains down his shirt bosom.
7 But she wanted to give him something more personal, something a wife could give a husband, a shirt, a pair of gauntlets, a hat.
8 Don't forget to put a newspaper across your chest under your shirt.
9 His shirt and trousers were as red as a butcher's and even the end of his iron-gray beard was matted with blood.
10 His dress was as debonaire as if he were going to a ball, well-tailored white linen coat and trousers, embroidered gray watered-silk waistcoat and a hint of ruffle on his shirt bosom.
11 Suddenly she was in his arms, her wet cheek against the starched ruffle of his shirt, her beating hands stilled against him.
12 He stopped and smiled faintly, shivering a little as the cold wind went through his thin shirt.
13 His tall hat was off in a deep bow when her eyes met his and his hand went to the bosom of a spotless pleated shirt.
14 Melanie, strangely quick for one so recently in a faint, was rapidly cutting off his blood-soaked shirt with embroidery scissors.
15 His shirt, opened to the waist, showed a brown chest covered with thick black hair.