Word: sorts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...slipped over the head, made of moiré silk preferably. Over the shoulders and down the spine, spreads a magnificent cross in the shape of the Greek letter ψ. This garment is quite the same in the Roman and Eastern Church. Dalmatic and Tunicle. This is a sort of fancy kimona with a slit up both sides flashed with fringes. It is flowered with embroidery. Surplice, which was at first an undershirt to keep the cold-blooded monks and abbots warm and, to be proper, must still be worn with the alb. It has long, loose, open sleeves, a gathered...
...occasions when he looked both weary and saddened. And I felt sure then that as his excitement waned the personal injury produced by the desertion of so many men he had counted on weighed heavily on his spirit. He shook his head a little sadly. Then he smiled and sort of tossed the mood off: " 'Oh well, James, I see you're still with me.'" Quentin was also with him then- poor little "Quinikins," who was later shot down in an aeroplane over the German lines. "The day the news of Quentin's death came...
...people of Mexico are nominally almost wholly of the Catholic persuasion. Among the lower classes, however, the Holy Trinity and the Virgin are identical indiscriminately with early pagan gods and goddesses, and a sort of hodge-podge religion has resulted...
...been a long time since the newspapers twittered over the skill of that courtly national champion, William J. Clothier. He was a gentleman of slow gesture and deliberate mien. He walked about the court with a sort of precise languor, as if moving, a little unwillingly, to fetch something for a lady. Last week people thought of Mr. Clothier. They were reminded of him by one Lewis N. White, a youth from Texas who was runner-up against Champion Tilden at Longwood...
...trunks or, wearily, on baggage carts, in the salt-smelling cavern of the pier. She moved away, accompanied by a handsome woman of 45, whose maternal caveat alone discouraged the imminent addresses of a young man in a Panama, who had been staring for fifteen minutes with a sort of scholarly zeal, as if, he seemed to say, her face reminded him of someone. As she passed through the ticket lines he turned again, pointed his finger, suddenly and rudely exclaimed: "Helen Wills...