unrobes

His office – door opened, he shoots past his clerk at the same pace, and diving into his own private room, closes the door, examines the window – fastenings, and gradually unrobes himself: hanging his pocket – handkerchief on the fender to air, and determining to write to the newspapers about the fog, which, he says, ‘has really got to that pitch that it is quite unbearable.’

Sketches by Boz 2007

Night really unrobes her beauty only in silence, the silence of the desert.

Impressions of a War Correspondent George Lynch

His office-door opened, he shoots past his clerk at the same pace, and diving into his own private room, closes the door, examines the window-fastenings, and gradually unrobes himself: hanging his pocket-handkerchief on the fender to air, and determining to write to the newspapers about the fog, which, he says, 'has really got to that pitch that it is quite unbearable.'

Sketches by Boz, illustrative of everyday life and every-day people Charles Dickens 1841

His office-door opened, he shoots past his clerk at the same pace, and diving into his own private room, closes the door, examines the window-fastenings, and gradually unrobes himself: hanging his pocket-handkerchief on the fender to air, and determining to write to the newspapers about the fog, which, he says, 'has really got to that pitch that it is quite unbearable.'

Sketches of Young Couples Charles Dickens 1841