The black velvet
of her locket nestled with special softness round her neck.
Imagine him a person of grave and benevolent aspect, dressed in a black velvet
suit, with a broad ruff around his neck, and a peaked beard upon his chin.
van der Luyden's portrait by Huntington (in black velvet
and Venetian point) faced that of her lovely ancestress.
Her gown was of black velvet
, with tight sleeves and sloping shoulders, and the skirt had three large flounces.
Perhaps Kate thought so, for she ventured to glance at his living portrait with some attention, as he took off his black velvet
cap, and, exhibiting a perfectly bald head, made a long series of bows, each accompanied with a fresh kiss of the hand.
Thomas Twyford, at least, was already riveted on what interested him much more--the dull silver disk which shone in the white light against a plain background of black velvet
The cap that hid his tonsure was of black velvet
, and around the edges of it were rows of jewels that flashed in the sunlight, each stone being set in gold.
And this worthy woman was so grateful for the kindness of Rebecca in the matter, and for that of her generous benefactor, the Colonel, that she went out and spent a great part of her half-year's dividend in the purchase of a black velvet
coat for little Rawdon, who, by the way, was grown almost too big for black velvet
now, and was of a size and age befitting him for the assumption of the virile jacket and pantaloons.
"She was sitting," I answered, "in a black velvet
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.
The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet
tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue.
And at the zenith of his fame, how he would suddenly appear at the old village and stalk into church, brown and weather-beaten, in his black velvet
doublet and trunks, his great jack-boots, his crimson sash, his belt bristling with horse-pistols, his crime-rusted cut- lass at his side, his slouch hat with waving plumes, his black flag unfurled, with the skull and crossbones on it, and hear with swelling ecstasy the whisperings, "It's Tom Sawyer the Pirate!