Our captain was a man famous for the quick passages he had been used to make in the old
Tweed, a ship famous the world over for her speed.
He was dressed in a suit of English
tweed, with an ulster on his arm, and a valise in his hand.
He judged there was no time to be lost, and that the
Tweed was not so far distant from the Thames that an army could not march from one river to the other, particularly when it was well commanded.
Happily for me, my acquaintance among the Rosalinds of the bicycle, at this period of my life, was but slight, and thus no familiarity with the
tweed knickerbocker feminine took off the edge of my delight on first beholding Nicolete clothed in like manhood with ourselves, and yet, delicious paradox!
Westmacott clad in a heather
tweed pea-jacket, a skirt which just{?} passed her knees and a pair of thick gaiters of the same material.
Trent was carelessly dressed in a
tweed suit and red tie, his critic wore a silk hat and frock coat, patent-leather boots, and a dark tie of invisible pattern.
Afterwards he took a taxi and called at his rooms, walked restlessly up and down while Jarvis threw a few clothes into a bag, changed his own apparel for a rough
tweed suit, and drove to Paddington.
Early in the last century one of the picturesque race of robbers and murderers, practicing the vices of humanity on the borderlands watered by the river
Tweed, built a tower of stone on the coast of Northumberland.
The Duke, in a very old
tweed coat, but immaculate as to linen and the details of his toilet, stood a little apart, with a frown upon his forehead, and exactly that absorbed air which in the House of Lords usually indicated his intention to make a speech.
He was a strange figure as he stood there, for he had assumed a flapped fantastic hat and swinging baldric and cutlass in his capacity of bandit king, but the bright prosaic
tweed of the courier showed through in patches all over him.
"Day set on Norham's castled steep, And
Tweed's fair river broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone; The massive towers, the donjon keep, The flanking walls that round them sweep, In yellow lustre shone" -
In his
tweed suit and cloth cap he looked like any other tourist upon the moor, and he had contrived, with that catlike love of personal cleanliness which was one of his characteristics, that his chin should be as smooth and his linen as perfect as if he were in Baker Street.