In the lower valley of the Inn a tatterdemalion effigy is carted about the village on Midsummer Day and then burned.
By the door of my cab a loafer was standing; a tall tatterdemalion with a pale, bearded face.
A French general of division does not give audience to every tatterdemalion who picks up a prisoner on the highroad.
Just three quick passes and the tatterdemalion who had been so intent on the prancing dice lost interest and moved away.
So intent was he that he did not see Colonel Urgo enter, nor did he catch the almost imperceptible nod toward him that the little officer passed to a furtive-eyed tatterdemalion who accompanied him.
Clad in their own coloured loin cloths, or in discarded khaki tunics from the Force, they were a motley tatterdemalion crowd.
So when on fatigues or off duty it was a tatterdemalionarmy that marched to and fro over Shell Green.
Towards the tatterdemalion the policeman now advances quickly.
The policeman eyes the tatterdemalion instinctively, then turns his glance towards the solitary defenceless gentleman in advance, and walks on, keeping himself between the two.
The tatterdemalion is quicker still; fled like a guilty thought.
My dear, what do you think a tatterdemalion gipsy is going to do to me?
Carelessly Ralph Dacre sauntered forth again into the moonlight and confronted the tatterdemalion figure of his visitor.
The ragged safari, carrying its loads, plunged again into a forest path, walking single file, a tatterdemalion crew.
The tatterdemalion crew had, after the curious habit of Africans, cast aside its garments, and sat forth in a bronze and savage nakedness.
I wonder, said Epistemon to Panurge, what pleasure you can find in talking thus with this lousy tatterdemalion of a monk.
Fanny, "how that odious old tatterdemalion has been going on!
And so the tatterdemalion led the way from St. Paul's, and Shakespeare followed him.
He scowled on the gaudy and tatterdemalion color of the native city.
He found no refusals for the tatterdemalion vagabonds who pattered alongside to thrust their violets over the carriage door.
In another minute the garden gate fell away, and a tatterdemalion rout poured in, strenuous and frothy as any tavern pack.
Yet there was an indescribable power and dignity in the tatterdemalion rider for all his tumbled look.
The steersman pointed in front of him, and the other gave a cry of surprise and rage as he saw another tatterdemalion coming with uncertain steps toward him.
He saw another tatterdemalion coming toward him "You say you're a doctor?
