Linen Source Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

There was a whole cabinet arranged, which made people dazzled. Especially in summer, the most fashionable light and thin linen is popular among well-off people. When made into underwear or outerwear, it is cool and sweat-absorbent. The colors of linen are also very rich, and they look beautiful when matched casually. Selena took a fancy to a piece of light purple fine linen at a glance. Making into a skirt, it should be well to wear. This kind of material is not expensive, and the dyeing technique is not very good.

Daniel did too. The cloth was not large. Not a napkin from the dining room. Not one of the fine white dinner linens folded by servants and placed beside plates. This cloth looked thicker, softer, and older. Its edge was stitched with a narrow blue thread line, uneven in a way that suggested handwork rather than formal household linen. Leah stared at it. Something about the cloth tugged at the part of her that knew fabric before words. “It is not table linen,” she said. Elaine looked at her. “Why?”

Caitlin declared, her tone unwavering. Carmen sneered, “Those butterflies were brought by you. Who knows if you tampered with them?” “Since you’re suspicious, let’s do a more thorough test.” Caitlin continued, “Based on the materials used in Fragrance Garments, there are three main fabrics: cotton, silk, and lotus silk. Lotus silk is the most labor-intensive to produce and therefore the most valuable, followed by silk and cotton.” The audience was taken aback by Caitlin’s detailed knowledge. Carmen and Douglas were also surprised—how did this woman know so much about The Yuncey Family’s Fragrance Garments?

Inside: a jade hairpin, and a slip of paper. Nora’s mother stared at the delicately packaged hairpin, eyes shining. “This is the exact white jade piece I loved, made by that master craftsman I mentioned!” “Mine’s just… a phone number? Nothing else?” Jake picked up the slip, confused, then spotted the name above the digits and lit up. “This is Marcus Lin’s contact! The Marcus Lin!” “Who’s that?” Nora’s father asked, equally puzzled. Didn’t sound like a woman’s name, at least.

"These clothes are different. There is something sewn into the lining. A name and address. Do you know whose name? Whose address?" I shake my head. "Yours."

Jocelyn’s POV The linen shop was honestly impressive. A vast array of colours, all from one material, but shaped into just about everything you could think of. It felt a bit stiff though. My mind kept drifting to how much ironing I had heard linen needed. Still, we were here. To my relief, there were also underwear. Much softer than the rest. At least they had some mercy. I looked around for changing rooms but couldn’t find any. No signs, no doors, nothing. I checked for cameras out of habit. Nothing.

I said. Lucas stood and stared for like five seconds. I could feel the heat of his eyes on my neck and I knew I was in deep trouble. Either that or I had triggered a deep trouble. “Alright then,” Laila agreed. I spent hours scouring the finest fabric markets, searching for the perfect material. I finally found a rare, exquisite silk-blend fabric with a subtle sheen, reminiscent of moonbeams. “Look, look” I called out to Lyra excitedly.

Carline told. "What the heck! What would aunt be doing to Wynzlette's house unless she will call you and she will use the front door for sure... Are you suspecting you own mother, cousin?" Cornell said. "Yes, right... I'm sorry. She is using agar wood perfume that's why," Carline answered. "Could it be your secret admirer, Cornell?" Miss Divine quipped. Cornell coughed, "What the!" he said, "No, no, no... I don't have any type," he continued.

Elky slid a ledger toward me and tapped a column filled with black ink. Routes: Livorno → Marseille → Liverpool. Goods: textiles, dyes, looms. And in a second hand—smaller, tighter, steadier, the penmanship of someone who didn’t spill drinks—another column labeled assurances. “What’s that? Extra thread count?” I said. “Grease,” he said. “For stuck doors.”