His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
At a small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction- it fascinated rather than repelled. She sat very upright. Round her neck was a collar of very large pearls which, improbable though it seemed, were real. Her hands were covered with rings. Her sable coat was pushed back on her shoulders. A very small and expensive black toque was hideously unbecoming to the yellow, toad-like face beneath it.
We agree with the District Courts conclusion that the Communications Decency Act places an unacceptably heavy burden on protected speech... In Sable v. FCC we remarked that the speech restriction at issue there amounted to 'burning the house to roast the pig.' The CDA, casting a far darker shadow over free speech, threatens to torch a large segment of the Internet community.
A newspaper reported that I spent 30,000 a year buying Paris clothes and that women hate me for it. I couldn't spend that much unless I wore sable underwear.
Caviar is to dining what a sable coat is to a girl in evening dress.
When I was Governor of Massachusetts, we worked to get Sable Island gas into New England.
I met Sable when she was 15 and I was 18. I sent her home to New York while we carried on the tour. When we got back the police were looking for her at the airport and everywhere!
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born Relive my languish, and restore the light.
I'm excited to be at the primary level and know when the kids leave Aux Sable they are going to be prepared for the junior high. I get to work with the students, parents and teachers from day one of their schooling.
Because the brood-sows left side pigs were black; Whose sable tincture was by nature struck. Were you by justice bound to pull them back; And leave the sandy colored pigs to suck.
Night, sable goddess from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night.
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