How graciously he smiled and bowed as, with his primrose kid gloves, he disengaged the two tenners and a five-pound note from his well-filled receptacle.
(Rolf Boldrewood, Robbery Under Arms, 43)
He had on a silk coat buttoned round him, a white top hat with a blue silk veil. His eyeglass was stuck in his eye all the time, and he had kid gloves on that fitted his hands like wax.
(Rolf Boldrewood, Robbery Under Arms, 41)
The sky grew blacker and blacker. The wind began to whistle and cry till I could almost swear I heard someone singing out for help. Nulla Mountain was as black as your hat, and a kind of curious feeling crept over me, I hardly knew why, as if something was going to happen, I didn’t know what.
(Rolf Boldrewood, Robbery Under Arms, 37)
We had on blue serge shirts, moleskin trousers, and roughish leather gaiters that came up to the knee, with ponchos strapped on in front ; inside them was a spare shirt or two ; we had oldish felt hats, as if we’d come a good way.
(Rolf Boldrewood, Robbery Under Arms, 24)