Word: ruff
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...know how hasty she was. She put her hands in mine in that confiding way which is either the best or worst thing in women ? she was dressed in black velvet with a white ruff, and from her neck a thin white veil was flying?and so we came to the bazaar?and by the longest route. Then I did a foolish thing. I asked her whether she would buy some little article for herself?and at that she began to fade away?sure proof that she was not French but Scotch to the core...
...realize immediately that such dignity and serene confidence could belong only to a bank policeman or its director. The picture of Myron Taylor that was published in news-sheets last week seemed to belong between the two older faces that appeared at the same time. Supported by the crisp ruff of a wing tipped collar, severe, shrewd, plain and kindly, it was a face easily recognized and remembered as a symbol of dependability, of integrity...
...white wig. His green stockings, oddly swollen, protruded from the pantaloons of a pierrot suit, and his face, painted half red, half white above his lace ruff, under a hat tipped with a pompon, leered dreadfully into the black polished depths of a cheval-glass. Beside him lay an overturned stool. A rope, strung through pulleys, connected his neck with the ceiling...
...mean, let them stand. They are good tags because they mean little, explain nothing. No one has ever explained Dominico Theotocopuli. Neither arrogant nor humble, he loved arrogance and understood humility. He painted many gentlemen of Spain for their pride, their narrow hands, their pale and pointed faces, their ruffs and their sombre eyes in which still smoldered the last fires of the Inquisition. He liked them because, having banished the spirit, they were very near to life, but he liked better those saints who, having banished the flesh, had embraced life itself. Now, the saints he loved throng...
Promptly three arrested suspects were placed in a line of 50 prisoners and Mr. Ruff, Mr. Rosenthal's son-in-law, was invited to identify them if he could. Frantic, he not only identified the men at once but begged the police to give him a gun that he might shoot them. A few hours afterwards the authorities announced that the three prisoners had been shot by the police as they endeavored to escape...