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He put Moses Jackson in the chair, and then as he walked forward to the front of the platform a great, white-haired, rugged, black figure, he was heroic in his very crudeness. He wore a long, old Prince Albert coat, which swept carelessly about his thin legs. His turndown collar was disputing territory with his tie and his waistcoat.

He knew the driver was an Easterner, for no Westerner would ever rig himself out in such an absurd fashion the cream-colored Stetson with the high pointed crown, extra wide brim with nickel spangles around the band, a white shirt with a broad turndown collar and a flowing colored tie blue; a cartridge belt that fitted snugly around his waist, yellow with newness, so that the man on the mesa almost imagined he could hear it creak when its owner moved; corduroy riding-breeches, tight at the knees, and glistening boots with stiff tops.

They are conspicuous people in Bombay by their look of intense harmlessness. The men are very tidy and wear what they probably would describe as European clothes, trousers and long cutaway coats and white turndown collars. Some have grey pot hats, with a round moulding instead of a brim, but their ordinary hat is something like a mitre in black lacquer, and it does suggest heat!

Take, for instance, the Inspector Javert of Victor Hugo: A tall man, dressed in an iron-grey great coat, armed with a thick cane, and wearing a hat with a turndown brim; grave with an almost menacing gravity, with a trick of folding his arms, shaking his head and raising his upper lip with the lower as high as his nose, in a sort of significant grimace.

He was dressed in a loose suit of light-colored clothes, wore a negligee shirt, with a soft turndown collar, and had no vest. His back was toward Barney and Ephraim as they approached. "Begorra! it's natural he looks," muttered the Irishman. "Gol-dinged if that ain't right!" agreed Gallup. "Somehow his voice sounds kinder nateral, too." They paused at the edge of the group to listen.

It means that every year more and more hard working people are told to pick a new doctor because their boss has had to pick a new plan. And countless others turndown better jobs because they know, if they take the better job, they'll lose their health insurance. If we just let the health care system continue to drift, our country will have people with less care, fewer choices, and higher bill.

"Excuse me, Miss Joyce," says I, "but I wouldn't say you was just the kind they'd take on." "Oh, they take all kinds," says she. "Better brace yourself for a turndown, though," says I, "I see it coming to you. You ain't the type at all." "Perhaps you don't know," says she, trippin' off to get her hat. Ever see one of them mobs that turns out when there's a call for a new chorus?

He was of stalky build, carefully shaved that morning, and wore a dingy turndown collar. His shoes, though scuffed with wear, were polished. In the midst of this scrutiny the man suddenly lowered the paper and leveled his eyes at Hiram. The look almost said "What do you want?" in a disinterested though not antagonistic way. Hiram was caught unawares.

It means that every year more and more hard working people are told to pick a new doctor because their boss has had to pick a new plan. And countless others turndown better jobs because they know, if they take the better job, they'll lose their health insurance. If we just let the health care system continue to drift, our country will have people with less care, fewer choices, and higher bill.

At first glance, one felt that Droom was reaching forth with his lower jaw to give greeting with his teeth, instead of his hand. His neck was long and thin, and his turndown collar was at least two sizes too large. The nose was hooked and of abnormal length, the tip coming well down over the short, upper lip and broad mouth.