Mrs. Raymount was sitting at the fireside with her embroidery.
When that was finished, the three superb pieces of embroidery were put in their places.
When her embroidery gave her mind a moment's leisure, she was astonished not to see Felicien.
These were trimmed with embroidery, and came down to my brown kid boots.
Clotilde shrugged her shoulders, without lifting her eyes ...