1
Oh, disconsolate widows, lament, tear out your hair, scratch your faces, dress in mourning!
2
If he should dress in mourning and speak to the Senate, would it resist his prayers and eloquence?
3
He was an oldish man over sixty, dressed in mourning, and careworn.
4
A tall, emaciated woman, dressed in mourning, was slowly ascending the stairs.
5
She was not dressed in mourning; she could not wear black for herself.
6
She was dressed in mourning, and I looked at her with great interest.
7
She was a tall, slender girl of about seventeen, and dressed in mourning.
8
On his way home, he passed Marguerite Laurier dressed in mourning.
9
Protesters dressed in mourning for what became known as Black Wednesday.
10
A thousand tapers flickered as they moved slowly through the streets, dressed in mourning.
11
He looked like an exiled prince dressed in mourning.
12
They were still dressed in mourning, their charming faces seeming even more pensive than usual.
13
He returned, leading a weeping lady dressed in mourning.
14
The woman dressed in mourning stops by a mural eaten away by time and damp.
15
A lady dressed in mourning was leaning forward out of the carriage, looking eagerly after him.
16
Still in her heart she is always dressed in mourning and her soul is gloomy and wild.