We gave him a banket,' he says, 'an' I wore my best coat to the banket, an' he gave me this an' told me to mail it after he was well away,' an' he says, 'I knew I ought not to put it in this coat pocket, for I'd forget it,'-an' so he ran on; but it was no so good a coat, for the lining was a' torn an' it was gray wi' dust, for I took it an' brushed it an' mended it mysel' before I left Paris.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
People, black and funereal, were filling stands down Oxford Street; soldiers were already lining the way, the music of bands could be heard some streets away.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole
But perhaps you'll give me time to find my purse, which has slipped into the lining of my waistcoat.
"Monsieur Cherami"
Charles Paul de Kock