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  • adj. Wearing leggings.


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  • Here the leather – legginged boy laughed very heartily, and then tried to look as if it was somebody else, whereat Mr. Winkle frowned majestically.

    The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

  • A well-meaning bystander, yellow-legginged and purple-faced, said hoarsely over his red comforter, as she rose to her feet, that she

    Our Mutual Friend

  • These, the soldiers, wore long blue tunics over legginged breeches and berylbum-copper chain mail, spiked helmets, curved swords at the right side.


  • There was a chauffeur at the wheel -- no Chinaman, but a tightly-buttoned and black-legginged young Englishman -- in fact, the real thing in chauffeurs.

    Number Seventeen

  • Ropes was in his seat, coated and legginged once more in leather, and so well goggled that there was no reason why he should be associated in any mind with that Mr. George Smith who had threatened to air his wrongs in

    The Car of Destiny

  • I entered the King's Arms meekly, and before I knew what I was doing I had been presented to three or four solid-thighed, thick-headed, stout-legginged farmers as "Our Lottie's intended."

    The Dew of Their Youth

  • Here the leather-legginged boy laughed very heartily, and then tried to look as if it was somebody else, whereat Mr. Winkle frowned majestically.

    The Pickwick papers

  • First comes a velveteen-jacketed, leather-legginged keeper, with whom Tom (albeit suspicious of his honesty) thinks it prudent to shake hands; the miller and he, too, greet; and forthwith a black bottle with a single glass make their appearance, and pass current with the company.

    Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour

  • Maric turns her steely adolescent eye on the foibles of her own compatriots: muscular, lilac-legginged Gordana, champion of smokers and benefit claimants; Esma, their translator, who goes quietly mad before their eyes; sentimental Dragan, who fell in love with a woman who never left the house; and other lost souls whose paths cross hers, so that the book reads like a string of short stories threaded together on the narrative of the author's own journey.

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  • The leather-coated, leather-legginged chauffeur set the engine’s heart going in time with his own, flung himself into the tonneau, and had not shut the door when Waring slipped in the clutch, muttering “Hooray!”

    The Car of Destiny


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