1 I shall row and tramp about, so I don't want any starch to think of.
2 I felt bad but did not fret I bear my troubles well but I do wish Hannah would put more starch in my aprons and have buckwheats every day.
3 Their faces beneath their sun-bonnets were sallow and malarial- looking but shining clean and their freshly ironed calicoes glistened with starch.
4 Well, glue or starch," said Gabriel, "the old gentleman had a horse by the name of Johnny.
5 Her recent graduation from a skinny pickaninny with brief skirts and stiffly wrapped braids into the dignity of a calico dress and starched white turban was an intoxicating affair.
6 Perspiration soaked through her freshly starched dress as she followed Dr. Meade about, a basin in her hand.
7 Her lavender calico dress, so freshly clean and starched that morning, was streaked with blood, dirt and sweat.
8 Suddenly she was in his arms, her wet cheek against the starched ruffle of his shirt, her beating hands stilled against him.
9 He was decorously clad in black, his linen frilly and starched, and his manner was all that custom demanded from an old friend paying a call of sympathy on one bereaved.
10 Lily sat down on one of the plush and rosewood sofas, and he deposited himself in a rocking-chair draped with a starched antimacassar which scraped unpleasantly against the pink fold of skin above his collar.
11 Window curtains of starched cheap lace revealing a pink marble table with a conch shell and a Family Bible.
12 They were frayed in prickles of starched linen.
13 With a rustle of starched linen skirts and stiff shirt-fronts, the congregation sat down, and gave heed to the Reverend Mr. Zitterel.
14 Her starched skirts crinkled as she came and went.
15 Mr Tate did not break it but dug with his hand between his thighs while his heavily starched linen creaked about his neck and wrists.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2