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  • n. clothes

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • Clothes.


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  • "His claes were a 'awry, and he keep't looking ahint him."

    The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance

  • One of my greatest enjoyments when a child was in going out with the servants to the Calton, and wait while the "claes" bleached in the sun on the grassy slopes of the hill.

    James Nasmyth: Engineer, An Autobiography.

  • Ither laddies may ha's finer claes, and may be better fed,

    Archive 2005-07-24

  • Nay doot ye'll thieve the winding claes from my corpse to make cloots for your snotty-nosed bairns, and where's my good brooch I said I wanted to be buried with?

    A Breath of Snow and Ashes

  • 'Te gan te the toon te buy some claes for wor little Billy and Jane:

    Wor Nannys a Mazer

  • It'd tak 'a washerwoman his claes to rub and scrub,

    Fitba' Crazy

  • Noo, I get up the stair again, I was seekin 'oot my claes

    The Overgate

  • And before she went away she would be telling me: 'Never be offering her boots or claes when the snaw comes, Sandy, for the Broonie

    The McBrides A Romance of Arran

  • He got us two suits o 'sailors' claes and he cam 'tae see us dressed in them, and bonny sailors we made, Bell and me, and we went to the Glen and called on our uncles.

    The McBrides A Romance of Arran

  • "He would be all in his good claes," said the lad, "and the sword on him," and he told me how the two of them had carried a kist through the hill and down behind the Big House -- "there would still be a light in the young leddy's chamber," for Bryde McBride had stood looking at it, and talking in the Gaelic.

    The McBrides A Romance of Arran


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  • "'Embroidery silk,' she said, in answer to his questioning look. 'From Mrs. Buchanan.' ...

    'What's wrong with embroidery silk?'

    'Nothing. It's what it's for. ... She said it's for our winding claes.' ...

    'Winding cl—oh, you mean shrouds?'

    'Yes. Evidently, it's my wifely duty to sit down the morning after the wedding and start spinning cloth for my shroud. ... That way, I'll have it woven and embroidered by the time I die in childbirth. And if I'm a fast worker, I'll have time to make one for you, too—otherwise your next wife will have to finish it!'"
    —Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (NY: Bantam Dell, 2001), 95–96

    January 19, 2010