What is "headcloth"

Usage examples of "headcloth".

He was a rough type, a laborer or factory worker to judge by the cheap shirt and trousers and the rag of a headcloth, knotted in place without benefit of headrope.

By chance or design, she passed too close to the edge of the screen as she withdrew, and Hamid-Jones was vouchsafed a fleeting view of her form shrouded in a light print fabric, one bare arm emerging from the folds, an embroidered headcloth drooping to reveal a creamy profile and the flash of dark lashes.

He was quietly but richly dressed in the Centauran manner, with a togalike cloak pinned with a brooch at one shoulder, a braided tarboosh in place of a headcloth, and red slippers with turned-up toes.

He was a substantial-looking businessman in a gray herringbone robe and headcloth to match.

Bobo raise an arm as if he were adjusting his headcloth, effectively screening his lips.

Every priest wore a striped headcloth with the mask of Haras gleaming from the front, and a falcon pectoral in gold with a matching belt across his snowy white robe.

The boy continued his sobs as he worked, and his headcloth was soaked with sweat and tears that gathered dust and blinded him.

He was a strange sort of man, strange in his smell, tanned, with wisps of pale hair blowing out from under the headcloth, and with narrow, close-lidded eyes.

Marak protected his eyes with the headcloth and tried to see through that veil, and found only greater dark and lesser.

When we left Aleppo, and for a long time afterward, we wore the full garb, from kaffiyah headcloth to the baggy leg coverings.

Khalid called to me and introduced me to a sinewy old man who stood half-naked in the gloom, a filthy loin cloth round his waist and his headcloth wound in a great pile above his greying locks so that he looked top-heavy.

I laid my head on my briefcase, covering my face with my headcloth, and slept like the dead, only to be woken again and told to mount.

We dragged the boy up and laid him on the dirt floor and David plugged and bound the wounds again, using his headcloth which he tore in strips.

Fatima swore solemnly, however, that it was a scrap of the headcloth actually worn by Saint Selima during the last few years of her life.

She would naturally have to have back the headcloth of Selima and the other gifts.