Every human being grows up inside a sheath of custom, which enfolds it as the swathing clothes enfold the infant.
It had hidden itself in its softest snows of white, swathing mist.
She had already warmed the clothes, and had poured boiling water in a tub, with hot flannels for swathing.
Under the swathing of linen he could see where the hands were folded on the breast.
The swathing of linen—he had unwound it to where the hands should have been folded on the breast—had enclosed excelsior.
The forests and meadows were coming out of the mist of morning, as if out of swathing bands.
Then, still hopeful, I would face my cabin and soon after swathing myself in the brief sheets of the bunk would be asleep.
“Ay, surely,” returned the ancient mariner, swathing his head in a haze of tobacco-smoke.
She was half-sitting, half-lying on the divan, the swathing draperies of her tunic outlining the wonderful modelling of her limbs.
He made a pretence of swathing me up in fresh rawhide ropes, but his knots were loose and the thing was a farce.