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A woman in a white short robe held up her hand.

Just put on a robe if you get out of bed.

She did not want anyone to see her in the night robe.

Close them and he thought of her, the red robe.

He held out to me another robe, a light blue one.

Why, all the best young men are taking the robe.

She turned toward him and let the robe fall open.

He put on his own robe and lead her out the door.

At first he saw little more than a white robe.

I got my robe on and went to the door.

I take off my robe and get back into bed.

His hands moved on down the woman's body inside the robe.

Someone in a white robe was coming toward him now.

I wanted to open the robe, to see all of him.

If only he would come to her, here on the robe.

His wife once gave him a new robe because he was in need of one.

No one knows what you have on under your robe.

I was trying to get the robe off without success.

They were early, but soon a woman with a long white robe came to the door and let them in.

The market was full of black women in white robes.

It felt good to get out of my robe as well.

I could tell that the robe was all she had on.

She put her robe back on and we stood again.

Perhaps that she could be put into a black robe, too?

She found his robe where he'd left it for her.

Between two of them now moved a figure robed in white.

The guests were either in black or white, many of them robed.

The other was robed, too, but in a soft deep green.

Still robed, she lay upon it, three feet away from me.

Girl and woman stood there once again robed in beauty.

This robed one had already proved herself to be more than she seemed.

She felt robed in all her old authority as Wisdom.

The monk did mean to say that he robed himself in dust.

I robed and took his call in my room.

He was robed from head to foot in scarlet, the deep color of blood.

He walks beside me then, the two of us robed in gray.

Both appeared to be men, and both were robed in white.

The man with the chair was robed in black.

He got out of bed, robed himself, and marched down to the baths.

And now, I really must be robing myself for the festivities."

This figure, robed all in black, was a woman.

Some say she is robed in blue, others in yellow and red.

Floating slowly down through the darkness came a shape robed in white.

The figure was robed in black and sat a black horse.

It simply showed a man, masked and robed himself, sitting at a desk.

Two human figures, robed to their feet, stood before him, silent under the yellow sky.

Robed in black, he had leaped without a sound.

But then, from the shadows of the trees, a figure robed in white approaches and stands over him.

He was cloaked and robed, a hood pulled up over his head.

At the end of the procession, a single figure, robed in stark white, moved past the altar.