A black wool crepe jacket featured military-style gold stripes at the cuff.

Turning the black wool over, Marta plucked at the loops, loosening them.

Ryan was wearing jeans, a leather jacket, and a black wool muffler.

He was dressed in something fancy beneath a plain black wool cloak.

When he took off his black wool hat, his hair was matted.

Afterward he laced up his black wool breeches and followed the smells.

Still, he shifted the long black wool cloak closer about him.

The first thing Bunker bought there was a black wool coat.

His broad shoulders covered by a black wool peacoat hunched against the cold.

He wore a puffed cap of satin and leggings of thick black wool.

It stood out against the black wool of his dress jacket.

She looked down at the fingers clasping her black wool sleeve.

He wore a long sweater of black wool that curled at the neck.

In the outer room the two women knitted black wool feverishly.

A few rolls of black wool yarn lay at her feet.

His black wool surcoat was emblazoned with the white sunburst of his house.