But tell her to change her wet gown and not to look so pale.

I am looking at her wet gown, which drags behind her like a tail.

My wet gown flapped in the gusting wind, and the sound of it horrified me.

I peeled off my wet gown and draped it over a stubby little peg on the wall.

The wet gown was quite transparent.

The socks around my palms were soaked through with blood and my cold, wet gown clung to my body.

I could still see the faint trace of white where my wet gown waved around me, but soon even that would be gone.