Emma finished the sleeve of the blouse she was mending with a flourish.
"That's better," said Kingozi, and began clumsily to rebutton her blouse.
In a moment more he returned with a small man in a mechanic's blouse.
Hilary grinned as he slipped the weapon back into his blouse.
Hilary's hand went to the butt of the automatic within his blouse.
He whipped the hand tube he had taken from the dead guard out of his blouse.
If there was—he shrugged his shoulders and loosened the automatic in his blouse.
If he caught the chap again, he'd bring him down on his knees and make him bow to the blouse.
Her hair was coiled up, and she was wearing a light morning blouse.
Her blouse, its fastenings torn, was blown open at her neck.