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  • A cut-away waistcoat displayed the ample, swelling curves of a stiffly-starched shirt fastened by massive gold studs.

    Two Poets

  • He was, well-dressed in a suit of light clothes, and wore a stiffly-starched white waistcoat, with a massive gold chain stretched across it.

    The Mystery of a Hansom Cab

  • Ladies (?) will pass you with their stiffly-starched white dresses, and raven-black hair neatly done up with colored ribbons, but with feet innocent of shoes.

    Through Five Republics on Horseback, Being an Account of Many Wanderings in South America

  • First of all came clean clothes, and amongst them a stiffly-starched petticoat.

    Hunter's Marjory A Story for Girls

  • Over her full-formed bust, she wore a clear, and stiffly-starched muslin habit-shirt of purest white, a beautiful lace-edged ruff around her throat, over her ample shoulders was thrown a fawn-coloured shawl, and she wore also, a silver gray gown of the material called Norwich crape, with an apron rivalling in whiteness cap, habit-shirt, and ruff.

    The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 14, No. 394, October 17, 1829

  • When you add to this that they wear a full, flowing, stiffly-starched cotton gown of a third bright color, you can perhaps form some idea of how they enliven the streets.

    Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Volume 17, No. 098, February, 1876

  • Mother and Aunt Nettie from their rocking-chairs on the side-porch watched the slim figure in its stiffly-starched white duck skirt and shirt-waist disappear down shady Locust Avenue.


  • "Almost," came the muffled reply from the stiffly-starched little figure sitting on the floor struggling with a broken shoe-string.

    At the Little Brown House

  • Cecile arrived Saturday morning, the stiffly-starched duet stood on the steps, waiting in a fever of impatience; and by the time the Sherrar house in the great city was reached, both little girls were almost transported with joy.

    At the Little Brown House

  • Susan liked to watch her doing this, liked the pretty precision of every movement, the brisk yet unhurried repetition of events, her strong clever hands, the absorbed expression of her face, her fine, broad figure hidden by a stiffly-starched gown of faded blue cotton and a stiff white apron.

    Saturday's Child


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