Handkerchieved

At this day, you need be no very acute physiognomist to see the class of society to which those slatternly drabs of women, those low-browed, pasty-faced, bull necked, belcher-handkerchieved, ruffianly-looking male creatures, who hang about the street corners, or the well-worn doors of sing-song public houses, or the outlets of filthy courts, belong.

There was Lord de Flukey, with his “aw” in “chawming” and similar murders of the Anglo-Saxon, a light haired, one-eye-glassed, middle-parted, three-silk-handkerchieved “admirer;” […]

For three days, Dr. Nelson hid in the brush and traveled by night, frequently seeing some of these red-handkerchieved regulators pass along the road from his concealment.

Do the fly-ridden commercial ports of the Spanish Main entirely harmonise with the blue and gold chromos of handsome, handkerchieved pirates strutting on top-heavy caravels?

Otherwise it was all very much the same—the same demure little girls, handkerchieved, gloved and confident in new dresses, and the same brushed and burnished little boys, occasionally nudging and grinning.

So let’s add a man in a soldier’s uniform to our mental pictures of these high hatted, long coated men and the handkerchieved neckline and long flowing dresses of the women, when we talk about Thanksgiving.

For [Francisco] Goya, deafness allowed reality to emerge from the world of petty limericks and handkerchieved snickers.