There were other and still other banners, in velvet or in satin, balanced at the end of gilded batons.
One's knee struck a sword, or one's foot touched a satin train, at every step.
But “time and patience,” says the Eastern proverb, “change the mulberry leaf to satin.”
He was a chestnut horse, with a coat that shone like satin, and not a white hair about him.
The front of ...