One soiled.

linen

But it's soiled.

And linen spread out.

They're in the linen cupboard.

I was checking the linen rotation.

Don't wash your dirty linen in public.

Yeah, going through other people's dirty linen.

If I take it, won't my hands be soiled?

Let's not wash our dirty linen in public.

Strip off the clean linen. Spread old rags instead.

Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen. Found 'em.

He soiled his white shirt when he changed the ink cartridge.

When that was soiled, they were paid again to collect it.

I carelessly soiled myself on the Ferris wheel. You're already an old man.

Let's get them to safety and save the dirty linen for later.

Do not allow, my Savior, that they be soiled by anything unworthy of your sacred heart.

Perhaps we can send over some of the silver as well. And what about linen?

High up where it's warm and dry. Or in a linen cupboard with a vent.

You should get a better frame, man... like something in a rustic with a linen liner...

He wore a dark brown velvet jacket with a high, black, linen lined collar turned up about his neck.

he's go to motels ahead of time, replace the sheets with leakproof medical grade linen, so he wouldn't leave any blood evidence.

Yet I could see soiled nappies, and I could see that some of the children were distressed, but the only noise was a low, continuous moan.

Suddenly, with a start, he perceived a coiled and blood stained bandage of linen rag hanging in mid air, between him and the wash hand stand.

Because I learned that I was thinking, I was doing all these rituals, these biblical rituals, separating my wool and linen, and I would ask these religious people

It was fair to presume that being a harpooneer, his linen or woollen, as the case might be, would not be of the tidiest, certainly none of the finest.

Might not the basket, stable broom, mat making, corn parching, linen spinning, and pottery business have thrived here, making the wilderness to blossom like the rose, and a numerous posterity have inherited the land of their fathers?

The last could never have been the symbol of his death, for he confessed to me that, though he had heard of Brister's Spring, he had never seen it and soiled cards, kings of diamonds, spades, and hearts, were scattered over the floor.

Speak e! tell ee me who ee be, or dam me, I kill e! again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire.

Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.

A life without shame in his day, what that meant was a linen shirt, and today, well, you still need the shirt, but you need the hybrid car, the HDTV, two holidays a year in the sun, the netbook and iPad, the list goes on an almost inexhaustible supply of goods, driven by this anxiety.