Her eyes were red and swollen with crying, her grey and scanty hair had fallen about her collar, her old black blouse was unbuttoned at the top showing her bony neck and her thin crooked hands were trembling in the candle-light.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole
To be so sternly critical of one-her hair that was nearly down, a little ink on her thumb, her blouse that was unbuttoned-and of the other to see her all in a glory so that her whole body, for colour and light and beautiful silence, had no equal amongst the possessions of the earth or the wonders of heaven.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole
And your jacket has become unbuttoned.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice