shawl

She wanted to get out of the room, with or without a shawl.

"What are they going to do, put a black shawl on the wall and say those 10 years never happened?"

The young woman pulled the shawl down over her face.

She has some kind of black shawl over her shoulders.

Take off your skin so I can use it as a shawl!

She came out from behind the screen with just a shawl around her.

The evening was warm and she would not need her shawl.

I kept back the shoes, and her shawl as well, which she would have no need of.

You might even have worn the shawl four or five years.

Perhaps he could get hold of a shawl to wrap her up in.

Father was staring at the shawl, his face very cold and still.

The other thing you might get is a local towel or shawl.

He saw the brown shawl with its red lines flying open.

Yet just moments before she had felt her shawl too heavy.

A small figure wrapped in a shawl had just gone past on the other side of the road.

There he threw back the shawl, and told her to look.

She was standing outside its door, wrapped in a shawl.

"It works so much better than a shawl for carrying her."

He stood up, the shawl still covering most of him.

But at the end I was happy to get rid of the shawl.

She was a nice kid; she'd looked pretty in that old red shawl.

Now, of all things, he was obsessed with her shawl.

As she turned her head, the yellow shawl dropped away.

But she was raised to the shawl in a blink.

To have that said by someone whose mother had been a child when she herself gained the shawl!