Somehow he had procured field-boots and an old pair of riding-breeches.

Above these, reaching well below his middle, he had a wonderful silken jibbah or ephod of a bright emerald.

I cal it silk, but it was like no silk I have ever known, so exquisite in the mesh, with such a sheen and depth in it.

Some strange pattern was woven on the breast, which in the dim light I could not trace.

I'll warrant no rarer or costlier garment was ever exposed to lead on a bleak winter hill.
Sandy seemed unconscious of his garb.