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A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.
Shape your coat according to your cloth.
The Wolfe must dye in his owne skinne.
Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see."
I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go."
He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said.
"Would you rather I do that?"
"No. Not even a little.
You're so loyal to him. Why is that?"
"I'm not a turncoat Akielon dog," said
Aimeric.
I've been a Danish prince, a Texas slave-dealer, an Arab sheik, a Cheyenne Dog Soldier, and a Yankee navy lieutenant in my time, among other things, and none of 'em was as hard to sustain as my lifetime's impersonation of a British officer and gentleman.
Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
It has been a long road. From a mountain coolie, a bearer of loads, to a wearer of a coat with rows of medals who is carried about in planes and worries about income tax.
Varnish and gilding hide many stains.
The pickpocket is usually very well dressed and of prepossessing appearance.
Coiled and personal, Laurent's gift was a Veretian whip, made of gold.
Damen recognized it.
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His gaze flung to Laurent. He knew he had flushed, he could feel the heat in his own cheeks. In front of the gathered generals, he couldn't say, What have you done?
my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines. Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships
So, like the knights of old, I suited up in my trusty intern armor - brownish-green suit, sensible cap-toed oxfords, white button-down, and omnipresent LensCrafters glasses. If I wasn't able to shoot her, I could probably bore her to death.
You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.'
No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.
Who is he, the ill-disposed gentleman in pink?" inquire the Comte, when they were out of earshot.
"A creature of no importance," shrugged Philip.
"So I see. Yet he contrives to arouse your anger.?"
"Yes," admitted Philip. "I do not like the color of his coat.
What masks are these uniforms to hide cowards!
A person of the name of Michael Jackson, with a blue welveteen waistcoat with a double row of mother of pearl buttons, Mr.
a walther ppk. you're a james bond fan, i imagine....
What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof.
A man who knew his job as he spent a long time commanding a regiment and who earned great respect from everybody.
Occasionally, in times of worry, I've longed to be stylish, but on second thought I say no-just let me be myself-and express rough, yet true things with rough workmanship.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But where her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
She was luminous. Her red hair had been braided a dozen ways, all swirled together in a high shaggy twist. Her eyelids were shimmering green, her lips crimson and matte. She wore black vintage ankle-high motorcycle boots. She was lethal.
I had rather have a plain, russet-coated Captain, that knows what he fights for, and loves what he knows, than that which you call a Gentle-man and is nothing else.
To have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese,
Colonel Ridge Zirkander had walked the hall to General Ort's office so many times he suspected his boots were responsible for the threadbare state of the drab gray carpet runner. The two privates standing guard on either side of the door were too well trained to exchange knowing smirks,
I have a burgundy waistcoat that ticks in the dead of night, it being my favourite and the one that carries my pocket watch from day to day.
In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
In the old days, the general's ribbons / & medals rainbowed across his chest, / & if he were interrogating himself, / by now, blood would be on the walls.
Once a gunner, always a gunner
Hope wears a strange raincoat
and straps a gun inside.
Standing at the original Victorian counter was a man in a long black leather coat. His hair had been grown to counteract its unequivocal retreat from the top of his head, and was fashioned into a mean, frail ponytail that hung limply down his back. Blooms of acne highlighted his vampire-white skin.
on expensive dressmakers who made her luxurious dresses. But she was too mean to wear them: she saved them up at the back of her closet, and most of the time she wore an old mouse-colored housecoat.
Bloody Machiavellian English Intelligence Officer playing God
They wore their strange beauty like war paint.
Some of my ancestors fought in the American Revolution. A few more wore red coats, a few wore blue coats, and the rest wore no coats at all. We never did figure out who won that war.
The soldier is the army.
Sir, I don't want this to get ugly." "Have you seen your face, guardsman? Too late to wish for pretty." Temmin
Whiz Galliano whip whip the Armani In the drip drip lick lick like a lolly
You cannot stain a black coat
They treat me like a fox, a cunning fellow ( Schlaukopf ) of the first rank. But the truth is that with a gentleman I am always a gentleman and a half, and when I have to do with a pirate, I try to be a pirate and a half.
Soldier's fashion accessory is his weapon just like a jewelry for women.
He is proud of the lustre of his coat, and cannot endure that a hair of it shall lie the wrong way.
A racer snake / slicking off / like a signature into the weeds.
good-natured groom on
The cunning livery of hell.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.
Love in modern times has been the tailor's best friend. Every suitor of the nineteenth century spends more than his spare cash on personal adornment. A faultless fit, a glistening hat, tight gloves, and tighter boots proclaim the imminent peril of his position.
pocket lizard licker.
Who taught you to pilot a Jacket like that?"
"You did, Sergeant.
The Hitmen who came to assassinate him end up being polished for the better by their target
You want me to spy on a National Colour operative?'
'Wow,' she said, 'you got it. I thought I was going to have to explain that one for a lot longer.
Have you no honor? No decency? No damn brains? You don't kill me with bullets. You just piss me off. And you just ruined my friggin' favorite coat. For that, you die. (Wulf)
THE ADVENTURE OF THE RETIRED COLOURMAN
I refuse to hold the coats of this generation.
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
war correspondent
Tell me, Peppone, what other talents do you have besides erasing undesirables?"
"I enjoy a fair bit of sneaking, sir. I also enjoy pilfering and killing as a professional courtesy."
"What a delightfully horrid urchin you are."
"Thank you, sir.
Do you gamble, Captain MacNeill?"
"Never, sir."
"No?" the marquis looked surprised. "Thought you soldiers were all inveterate gamblers."
"Only with our lives, sir. Never had anything else I could afford to lose.
There was a young girl named Ratchet.
She had skill and no one could match it.
She wanted to be
More stylish and carefree,
But she couldn't give up her Ratchet.
My dearest Miss Farthing, will you do me the unutterable honor of wearing this cheap bit of metal that will most likely turn your finger green, pretending to love and honor me as your husband for the purposes of subterfuge and stratagem?
How red the rose that is the soldier
I want to assassinate painting,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly.
When men set out to kill and bully, they dress up. Suit of armor. Combat boots. Uniform.
Hand-barrow - a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
Paper clip. Ping. Disaster. Colonel Bowie is down. Colonel Bowie is down! The Mexican Army is now leaderless. Capone gloats.
A man becomes the creature of his uniform.
A quarterstaff is not very subtle. Or handy. If an kidnapper comes at me, what am I supposed to do? Say, 'Excuse me, my lord, while I pull my enormous quarterstaff out of my bodice?
You're outnumbered.' That had never mattered much to me before. 'Drop the gun, Bandit.' Malik sneered.
'There's only one man who gets to call me that,' I said. 'And you're not near as good-looking as him.
In time of war, if you go through a bad neighborhood, I don't want a little French poodle, I want a Rottweiler on my hands.
steward, bailiff, falconer, houndmaster
Red-heeled shoes and silk stockings clocked in black. Gray satin breeches with silver knee buckles. Snowy linen, with Brussels lace six inches deep at cuff and jabot. The coat, a masterpiece in heavy gray with blue satin cuffs and crested silver buttons, hung behind the door, awaiting its turn.
I was a Rosie the Riveter. I'm really proud of that.
The concierge was a snapper who was over the hill and down a disused mine-shaft. Her hair was every bit as natural as a parade goose-stepping down the Wilhelmstrasse, and she'd evidently been wearing a boxing-glove when she's applied the crimson lipstick to her paperclip of a mouth.
When he turns to go, the perfumer's
Assassin? ... that sounds so exotic ... i was just a murderer
Black boots, said Rawlins. Aint that the shits? I always wanted to be a badman.
Was a gunner's mate," said Marty. It was a lie. He had really been a chief yeoman at the time of the mutiny. But he thought now, always, that he had been a gunner's mate. "Ah. I thought you were a first-class yeoman," Karkov said. "I always get my facts wrong. It is the mark of the journalist.
To celebrate our partnership I dressed up like Ranger. Black boots, black jeans, black turtleneck, small silver hoop earrings.
He gave me the once-over when I opened the door to him.
'Smart ass,' he said.
This isn't a job for soldiers and spies. It's a job for thugs and thieves.
The younger officer accompanying Waaler was learning something new every day. This afternoon, for example, he learned it was very stupid to rock on a chair while insulting someone, because you are totally defenseless if the insulted party steps over and lands a straight right between the eyes.
The British soldier who thought himself superior, actually became so.
The colored man has been accustomed all his life to lean on the white man, and if a good officer is placed over him, he will learn readily and make a good soldier.
color, from badger-colored veterans who could handle
Vinegar of the interrogator with the oil of a flirt,
She wore a tattered wiesenboden the color
of a schooper.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
there are times when a truly remarkable soldier must resort to unorthodox behavior, disobeying his superiors to gain the greater glory.
When pressure mounts and strain increases everyone begins to show the weaknesses in his makeup. It is up to the Commander to conceal his: above all to conceal doubt, fear, and distrust.
Like Che Guevara, he'd appear wearing his beret, his pointed beard with the drooping mustache, and the cocksure swagger of someone who has just planted dynamite all over Cambridge and couldn't wait to trigger the fuse, but not before coffee and a croissant.
I am trying to be sophisticated and cool!
Get a beret.
A vigilante masquarading as Robin Hood? Or jus a talented thief with a taste fot the absurd?
Drab?" Soldier yelled. "I'll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I'll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!
Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed ...
A first class professional nutcracker who might have done a job about a week ago; stolen some bells.
It's strictly constables, sergeants, and lunatics. We'll keep the kettle on for you.
Now, you mummy's darlings, get a rift on them boots. Definitely shine em, my little curly-headed lambs, for in our mob, war or no war, you die with clean boots on.