waist-coat

Street, who took my measure, and sent me home two of the finest coats ever seen, a dress-coat and a frock, a velvet waist-coat, a silk ditto, and three pairs of pantaloons, of the most beautiful make.

The Great Hoggarty Diamond 2006

I recollect I had on that day my blue coat and brass buttons, nankeen trousers, a white sprig waist-coat, and one of

The Great Hoggarty Diamond 2006

He has the forbidden fruit in his waist-coat pocket, and can make himself a god as often and as long as he likes.

Lay Morals 2005

To this interrogation he made no reply; but throwing aside his nightgown, discovered that his waist-coat would not meet upon his belly by five good inches at least.

The Expedition of Humphry Clinker 2004

It was a full-length, and represented a singularly handsome young man, dark, slender, elegant, in a costume then quite obsolete, though I believe it was seen at the beginning of this century — white leather pantaloons and top-boots, a buff waist-coat, and a chocolate-coloured coat, and the hair long and brushed back.

Uncle Silas 2003

“Look here!” he replied, pulling from his waist-coat

Wuthering Heights 2002

The buttons of his waist-coat were sixpences, and the knees of his small clothes were buttoned with silver threepences.

Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 4 Charles Herbert Sylvester

You do not allow a palpable madman to leap over precipices; you violate his liberty, you that are wise, and keep him, were it in strait waist-coat, away from the precipices!

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 54, No. 333, July 1843 Various

One very fine morning he dressed his feathers most carefully, saw that each one was lying exactly over the other, that his brown coat was perfect and his red waist-coat faultless.

The Story of a Robin Agnes S. Underwood

The coat yielded nothing additional; the waist-coat, only a few matches and an open-faced gold watch, which Harleston inspected rather carefully both inside and out; the trousers, a couple of handkerchiefs with the initial C in the corner, some silver, and a small bunch of keys -- and in the fob pocket a crumpled note, with the odour of carnations clinging to it.

The Cab of the Sleeping Horse John Reed Scott