They sat a long while over their meal, round a mahogany table decked with silver and crystal and spotless white linen.

He looked exactly as he al 5 ways did, immaculate, his linen spotless, not a hair out of place, his manner coolly impersonal.

She wondered idly as she did so who saw to his spotless linen and his beautifully pressed suits; he never looked anything but immaculate.

Polly was acutely aware of the contrast between his bronzed skin and the spotless white linen.

His saliva was beginning to froth, and it splattered the spotless linen of Dirk's shirt.

A flush burned his cheeks when he realized someone had undressed and washed him and rebandaged his leg wound with new, spotless linen.

It was pure white linen, clean and spotless, except for an almost unnoticeable spray of bloodstains near the bottom edge.

On the table, over the spotless white linen, Yost's fist bunched and began to pound, softly, rhythmically.

He wore an expensive coat of bottle-green velvet, fawn trousers and spotless linen.

Mr. van Houben came just after six o'clock in the morning, faultlessly turned out, his linen spotless, looking as though he had risen from a long, refreshing sleep.