handkercher


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handkercher

(ˈhæŋkətʃə)
n
(Clothing & Fashion) a nonstandard word for handkerchief
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repeated Hawkeye, with singular and ill-concealed disdain; "do you take me for a whimpering boy at the apronstring of one of your old gals; and this good rifle on my knee for the feather of a goose's wing, my ox's horn for a bottle of ink, and my leathern pouch for a cross-barred handkercher to carry my dinner?
I'm here and there, and where not, like the conjurer's half-crown in the lady's handkercher.
And some way behind her mother walked Jack's young woman, crying bitterly into her handkercher.
At tea, my prisoner got up to fetch her pocket handkercher from the bedroom where the bonnets was; she was rather a long time gone and came back a little out of wind.
I mistaken on a point that, even at the present moment, makes me take out my pocket- handkercher like a great girl, as people say: though I am sure I don't know why a great girl should be a term of reproach, for every rightly constituted male mind loves 'em great and small.
Your handkercher, sweet tutor, to wipe them off, as fast as they come on
7] The 1612 probate inventory for Master Isaa c Lowden lists "a shirt, two bandes, two payre of custes, a payre of boote hose & an handkercher," valued in total at four shillings.
The Yorkshire farmer Henry Best describes some of the linens available from country pedlars, associating them with the degrees of women who would make "handkerchers" from them: "flezy-holland" for "gentlewomen's handkerchers"; tiffeny or cock-web-lawn "used of gentlewomen for hankerchers for the neck"; and Scotch cloth "brought into England by the poor Scotch merchants, and much used here for women's handkerchers and pocket handkerchers" (252-53).
Here, take my handkercher and wipe thine eyes, Whiles wretched I in thy mishaps may see The lively portrait of my dying self.
When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows-- The best I had, a princess wrought it And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head; And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, "What lack you?