Some wore collars, and shiny threadbare garments of dignified origin, others were unaffectedly poverty-stricken with dingy shirt-cuffs peeping out of frayed sleeve edges and unhealthily colored scarfs folded complexly round their necks.
His eyes were studying with curious abstraction the pattern of the faded, greasy, threadbare strip of carpet on the floor beside the bed.
She adjusted the threadbare bodice of her dress that seemed to bulge and sag uncomfortably, picked up her hat, and smirked at her audience.
You wouldn't have her live, like you, among a lot of broken-down chairs and threadbare carpets!
And all of them were so old that you could see, here and there, their silvery antiquity sparkling with the dust of centuries and shewing in its threadbare brilliance the very cords of their lovely tapestry of glass.
It doesn't take much to wet you and me through, Mr Crowl,' said Newman, laying his hand upon the lappel of his threadbare coat.
The snuff-coloured suit,' said Arthur Gride, surveying a threadbare coat.
He hung down his head, bit his lips, and shivered under his threadbare overcoat.
The woman threw a coarse, threadbare blanket over her shoulders and went forth, while the boy bent his way along the riverbank in search of dry twigs and branches with which to replenish their wasted stock of fuel.
An artificial aid to conversation and the repetition ofthreadbare stories, generally off-color.
A place where the starving feel the pangs of gluttony, and the threadbare wear opera-hats and spats.
For it was not, as one might suppose at first glance, a frayed and threadbare mantle flung across one corner of the table.
The policeman pointed to Simple Sally's threadbareand scanty clothes, and left them to answer the question for themselves.
She insisted on carrying her threadbare old clothes away with her in the box which had contained the new dress.
He remembered that Sally had taken her old threadbare clothes away with her in the box, when the angry landlady had insisted on his leaving the house.
From the door which led to their quarters there emerged the pitiful muster of Nigel's threadbare retainers.
Ushered by the matronly principal of the academy into its scrupulously dusted but threadbare parlor, he awaited the girl's advent with a good deal of trepidation.
Their threadbare costume still exhibited signs of their late military employment, probably from a lack of means to replace it by any other garments.
Who will contribute most to entertainment, he with his song and his joke, or a person who has not a laugh in him, sits in a threadbare cloak, and keeps his eyes on the ground as if he was at a funeral and not a dinner?
But she saw how threadbare his black frock coat had become and how shiny along the seams, and how fragile and ready to fall apart his linen was.
A frayed and threadbare butternut jacket, absurdly short, with a little peaked tail sticking out behind and a line of tarnished brass buttons spaced down its front, hung grotesquely upon his withered framework.
The only tokens of elegance consisted of a cheval glass, of the First Empire style, a large Norman wardrobe, and two arm-chairs upholstered in Utrecht velvet, and threadbare with usage.
But do not spin a whole skein of humorous yarns with no more connection than the inane and threadbare "And that reminds me.
There are very many things which men with coats worn threadbaredare not say.
O, there is much, that never can be spoke By a poor client in a threadbare cloak!
It was a common belief on that street that his fortune was stuffed away in some of the threadbare cushions.
A tall, thin man, in a threadbare coat, held a card in one hand, and a pin in the other, to mark the numbers of Red or Black.
But to make my position the more perfectly clear, you must know that I wore a threadbare coat, ill-fitting shoes, a tie fit for a stableman, and a soiled pair of gloves.
By his disciple's blush, by his confusion, by his patched shoes andthreadbare clothes he guessed that Giovanni was very poor.
She swept past and entered the poor refuge of his threadbare muse.
And when she saw a shopgirl caress the hand of a slouching beau in threadbare brown, her own hand slipped into Milt's and clung there.
