Having a comfortable allowance from his father, he could devote the whole proceeds of his curacy to violet gloves and unexceptionable neck ties.
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Barchester Towers
by
Anthony Trollope
His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.
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The Chronicles of Clovis
by
Saki
Most of the houses of the Midland town were of a pleasant architecture. They lacked style, but also lacked pretentiousness, and whatever does not pretend at all has style enough.
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The Magnificent Ambersons
by
Booth Tarkington
"It's grand, and you canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable."
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The Little Minister
by
James M. Barrie
He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose, he would perhaps have done better to powder his countenance also, for there was something in its very wrinkles, and in his cold restless eye, which seemed to tell of cunning that would announce itself in spite of him.
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Nicholas Nickleby
by
Charles Dickens
She well knew the great architectural secret of decorating her constructions, and never condescended to construct a decoration.
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Barchester Towers
by
Anthony Trollope
"Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There ain't much credit in that."
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Martin Chuzzlewit
by
Charles Dickens
His wardrobe was extensive--very extensive--not strictly classical perhaps, not quite new, nor did it contain any one garment made precisely after the fashion of any age or time, but everything was more or less spangled; and what can be prettier than spangles!
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The Pickwick Papers
by
Charles Dickens
"We know, Mr. Weller - we, who are men of the world - that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later."
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The Pickwick Papers
by
Charles Dickens
He looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American--a combination which caused sundry pairs of feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange flowers in their buttonholes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inches.
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Little Women
by
Louisa May Alcott