1 That is to say, she was now wearing a gown of some dark colour, and lacked her nightcap, and had swathed her neck in something stiff.
2 Ascending the narrow wooden staircase to the upper floor, and arriving upon a broad landing, Chichikov found himself confronted with a creaking door and a stout old woman in a striped print gown.
3 Next, she took a seat upon the sofa, drew around her her merino gown, and sat thereafter without moving an eyelid or an eyebrow.
4 Her fair hair was rather dishevelled; she wore a silk gown, not perfectly tidy, heavy bracelets on her short arms, and a lace handkerchief on her head.
5 An ample white gown hid her completely in its soft folds; even the tips of her feet, also crossed, were hardly seen.
6 Bazarov followed her quickly, not raising his eyes, and only with his ears catching the delicate swish and rustle of her silk gown gliding before him.
7 She had changed her gown for a house dress as fresh and elegant as the other.
8 When Prince Andrew entered the study the old man in his old-age spectacles and white dressing gown, in which he received no one but his son, sat at the table writing.
9 Hardly had Prince Andrew gone when the study door opened quickly and the stern figure of the old man in the white dressing gown looked out.
10 She was no longer in the loose gown she generally wore in the morning, but had on one of her best dresses.
11 said the prince rapidly, and thrusting his feet into his slippers and his arms into the sleeves of his dressing gown, he went to the couch on which he slept.
12 One adjutant, nearest the door, was sitting at the table in a Persian dressing gown, writing.
13 Yet it was she, dressed in a new gown which he did not know, made since he had left.
14 Rostov hurriedly put something on his feet, drew on his dressing gown, and went out.
15 Though she came upon the count in his dressing gown every day, he invariably became confused and begged her to excuse his costume.