Meoud turned and stared at a figure in a rough, homespun robe.

He was poorly dressed, in a rough, shapeless robe that gave his age an illusion of frailty.

She was dressed in a rough robe of dun cloth, clumsily tied with a belt.

His fingers knotted on the ties of his rough gray robe.

The flower wreath disap- peared and she was again covered by her rough green robe.

Such a heart Madame Defarge carried under her rough robe.

He wore a rough brown robe and a smile that stretched over only a few teeth.

All were dressed in rough homespun robes of some sort.

The man was wrapped in a rough brown robe over a ragged tunic.

The Franciscan came over to him, with a whispering of his rough robe.