"Widow's weeds" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... deceive him, you can, Mary," he laughed. "In those widow's weeds of yours you could deceive ...
— The Seven Secrets • William Le Queux
... your wearing a widow's weeds, Agnes," he said, touching her black dress; "I believe your husband ...
— Kate Danton, or, Captain Danton's Daughters - A Novel • May Agnes Fleming
... ridiculous because with two exceptions—firstly of Mrs. Reffold, who took nearly all her pleasures with the American colony in the Grand Hotel; and secondly, of a Scotch widow who had returned to Petershof to weep over her husband's grave, but put away her grief together with her widow's weeds, and consoled herself with a Spanish gentleman—with these two exceptions, the little English community in the Kurhaus was most humdrum and harmless, being occupied, as in the case of the Disagreeable Man, with cameras and cheese-mites, or ...
— Ships That Pass In The Night • Beatrice Harraden
... going along the street in Covent Garden, there was a great cry of 'Stop thief! Stop thief!' some artists had, it seems, put a trick upon a shopkeeper, and being pursued, some of them fled one way, and some another; and one of them was, they said, dressed up in widow's weeds, upon which the mob gathered about me, and some said I was the person, others said no. Immediately came the mercer's journeyman, and he swore aloud I was the person, and so seized on me. However, when I was brought ...
— The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders &c. • Daniel Defoe
... a successful afternoon. Mrs. Errol smiled to herself as she drove back to Baronmead. Everything had gone well. Dear Anne had looked lovely, and she for one was thankful that she had discarded her widow's weeds. Had not her husband been virtually dead to her for nearly a year? Besides—here Mrs. Errol's thoughts merged into a smile again—dear Anne was young, not much more than a girl in years. Doubtless she would marry ...
— The Knave of Diamonds • Ethel May Dell
... when her eye fell upon the other figures. Could it be Sophie with that thin, pale face and large, sad eyes? Sophie arrayed in widow's weeds. All the pretty golden curls hidden beneath the widow's cap? It was indeed, and the next instant the two were weeping in ...
— Elsie's Womanhood • Martha Finley |
