His jealous agony was scarce more acute, when, on reaching the row of chestnuts that bordered the avenue, and craning his neck outward to get a view, he saw a man come out from among the trees, and step up to the side of the steed; while at the same instant a white object, like a lady's Coverchief or scarf, fluttered amid the foliage that overhung the path.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid
"Give me my Coverchief and my staff," said she quickly.
"Harold, Complete The Last Of The Saxon Kings"
Edward Bulwer-Lytton