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  • The chickens 'leader grabs the the last of the activists by his shirt-collar and dumps him unceremoniously on the top of the pile.

    Chicken Coup

  • One telltale sign is having a shirt-collar size larger than 17 inches.

    When Sleep Leaves You Tired

  • You could use the towel to line the inside of your shirt-collar or just drape it over your shoulder.

    Sweat-rags in Yucatan

  • At Tours a hairdresser had re-curled his beautiful chestnut locks; there he changed his linen and put on a black satin cravat, which, combined with a round shirt-collar, framed his fair and smiling countenance agreeably.

    Eug�nie Grandet

  • The count wore a long blue overcoat, buttoned in military fashion to the throat, a white cravat around his neck, cotton wool in his ears, and a shirt-collar high enough to make a large square patch of white on each cheek.

    A Start in Life

  • He is neither tall, black-haired, nor pale; he neither raises his eyes habitually to heaven, nor turns down his shirt-collar.

    The Englishwoman in America

  • In the Town Council and on occasions of ceremony, he appears in a full suit of black, with a waistcoat of magnificent breadth across the chest, and a shirt-collar of fabulous proportions.

    Reprinted Pieces

  • Instead of holding himself upright with an elastic corset, he felt that he was cooped up inside a hideous shirt-collar; he hung his dejected head without resistance on the part of a limp cravat.

    A Distinguished Provincial at Paris

  • The temperature changed, the dialect changed, the people changed, faces got sharper, manner got shorter, eyes got shrewder and harder; yet all so quickly, that the spruce guard in the London uniform and silver lace, had not yet rumpled his shirt-collar, delivered half the dispatches in his shiny little pouch, or read his newspaper.

    The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices

  • Doctor Praetorius at least, walked into the studio, where the perfumer was seated in a very glossy old silk dressing-gown, his fair hair hanging over his white face, his double chin over his flaccid whity-brown shirt-collar, his pea-green slippers on the hob, and on the fire the pot of chocolate which was simmering for his breakfast.

    Mens Wives


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