She saw a tall figure in a dark dressing gown, that is all.
She wore the same dark green gown in which he first had seen her.
Her hands, very white, lay passive on her dark gown.
She looked dazzling in a dark brown gown of the simplest design.
He held up the dark red gown they'd had made in the old town.
The dark gown suited her beautifully, she had never looked more beautiful.
She looked very smart in a dark blue gown and matching bonnet.
A man in a dark blue dressing gown was sitting at the end of a long library table.
The border of the dark gown swept the floor as the inquisitor turned.
The dark blue formal gown she wore certainly did "display" her.
