When she dressed, her clothes were clean, and seemed to sparkle like new.

Even in his official portrait, the clothes didn't seem to fit.

The clothes in the closet seemed to gather themselves around her.

All his clothes always seemed to be a bit too large for him.

For a moment their clothes seemed to stand alone, and then they were gone.

My clothes and shoes inside, however, seemed to be exactly as I'd left them.

Her clothes were good, and seemed to have been chosen by someone who knew what she was doing.

The clothes seemed sturdy enough, but showed signs of much hard use and washing.

There was a good deal of Willie, and his clothes seemed somehow to rest heavy upon him.

But their clothes at times seemed to have been designed on autopilot.