Roquelaire

He often took his evening walk in the enclosure in his scarlet roquelaire and cocked hat, now and then, no doubt, casting admiring glances at his gaudy emblem. ❋ Dutton Cook (1856)

As he was wrapping his corporeal treasure in his _roquelaire_ of sables, previous to immersing himself in his chair, he had the mortification of seeing Lucy, who with her father, from some cause or other, had been delayed in the hall, handed to the carriage by Captain Clifford. ❋ Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton (1838)

As he was wrapping his corporeal treasure in his roquelaire of sables, previous to immersing himself in his chair, he had the mortification of seeing Lucy, who with her father, from some cause or other, had been delayed in the hall, handed to the carriage by Captain Clifford. ❋ Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton (1838)

He then reluctantly re-entered his carriage, and, bidding the postilions drive as fast as possible, wrapped himself in his roquelaire, and divided his thoughts between Lucy Brandon and the homard au gratin with which he proposed to console him self immediately on his return home. ❋ Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton (1838)

He had scarce said these words before a man, wrapped in his roquelaire, emerging from one of the narrow streets to the left, halted opposite the pair, and eying them for a few moments with an earnest scrutiny, whispered, "Salut!" ❋ Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton (1838)

"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my _roquelaire_. ❋ Edgar Allan Poe (1829)

Putting on a mask of black silk, and drawing a _roquelaire_ closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo. ❋ Edgar Allan Poe (1829)

_ "he thought while in this occupation," why should I not have a roquelaire? ❋ Neil Munro (N/A)

_roquelaire_, and divided his thoughts between Lucy Brandon and the ❋ Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton (1838)

"Here's a pretty problem!" he told himself, hesitating upon the brink of the ditch into which dipped a massive stair -- "Here's a pretty problem! to have the roquelaire or to fly without it and perish of cold, because there is one chance in twenty that monsieur the warder opposite my chamber may not be wholly a fool and may have looked into his mousetrap. ❋ Neil Munro (N/A)