She held a fan in her hand and wore feathers in her powdered hair.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Stas personally lit the powdered rope, after which he ran as far as his legs could carry him to the tree in which previously he had fastened all the others.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
She whispered: "Dear boy-" On his way back to Chelsea, the orange lamps, the white streets powdered with the evening glow, the rustling plane trees whispered to him, "You've got to be knocked about-you've got to be knocked about-you've got to be knocked about-" but the murmur was no longer sinister.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole