And it is, I cannot but confess it, it is too often—hem—acceptable.
"Good as new, almost," she said, looking critically at the hem.
What, all the way to the well and back, nothing but hem, and clear his throat?
Ten golden pieces are sewn into the hem of your under doublet.
Then he fell before her and, for a second time, kissed the hem of her robe.
Marilou dabbed the ...