calico was faded, but scrupulously clean, and starched within an inch of its life.
On one side, there were the variegated tints of collared and marbled meats, set off by bright green leaves, the pale brown of glazed pies, the rich tones of sauces and bottled fruits enclosed in their veil of glass-- altogether a sight to bring tears into the eyes of a Dutch painter; and on the other, there was a predominance of the more delicate hues of pink, and white, and yellow, and buff
, in the abundant lozenges, candies, sweet biscuits and icings, which to the eyes of a bilious person might easily have been blended into a faery landscape in Turner's latest style.
When our shipmates wondered at this, Toby exclaimed in his odd grave way that the rest might do, as they liked, but that he for one preserved his go-ashore traps for the Spanish main, where the tie of a sailor's neckerchief might make some difference; but as for a parcel of unbreeched heathen, he wouldn't go to the bottom of his chest for any of them, and was half disposed to appear among them in buff
Many wore the gorges and buff
coat of the times of Henry IV.
A more complete article of defensive armor was a buff
jerkin or shirt of great thickness, made of doublings of elk skin, and reaching to the feet, holes being left for the head and arms.
There was black comb so old that they had forgotten where it hung; orange, buff
, and ochre-varnished store-comb, built as bees were used to build before the days of artificial foundations; and there was a little, white, frail new work.
It was a careful but not a supreme work of art, larger than the ordinary miniature and representing a young man with a remarkably handsome face, in a high-collared green coat and a buff
A bit of her naked arm is visible between the buff
leather of the gauntlet and the sleeve of her gown; and as the day wears on its feminine smoothness becomes scarified by the stubble, and bleeds.
of the ship to the other; and that they played blind-man's buff
And here as in a game of blindman's buff
the French ran into our vanguard.
The striking points in his appearance were his buff
waistcoat, short-clipped blond hair, and neutral physiognomy.
The good lady owned that she did "love a dressy cap," and on this occasion her head gear was magnificent; for the towering structure of lace was adorned with buff
ribbons to such an extent that it looked as if a flock of yellow butterflies had settled on her dear old head.