What is "swathed"

Usage examples of "swathed".

She did not protest when Roy swathed the child in a receiving blanket and laid him in the portable crib that he pushed gently to one side of the bed.

She was small, even swathed by the voluminous nightdress, and not even remotely appealing.

She settled Brannel, swathed in hides, at the edge of the field, and patted his leg affectionately before beginning her duties.

Potria undulated off her pink-gold chariot swathed in an opaque gown of a cloth so fine it pulsed at wrists and throat with her heartbeat.

Outside, the snows swathed the world with seas of snow growing deeper by the moment.

Robinton looked up to the top of the stairs, where a woman stood, cradling a swathed bundle in her arms.

The injured brown, swathed from neck to tail in bandage, was cradled in her lap.

Harry stood quite still in the shadow until the ripple of movement had ceased, and then lifted the swathed angel and dropped him over one rear corner of the cart.

There were two big, bearded, weatherbeaten fellows whose looks he did not like, but he took them on as labourers none the less, and only at the end of the day had them stopped as they would have left the site, and found them swathed in cords and leather thongs from his stores.

When the brothers came down at midnight to Matins they found a dead man, closely swathed in a coarse cloak, laid at the foot of the chancel steps, and two in worn homespun clothes who kneeled over him in prayer, one at his head, one at his feet.

De Breos stirred painfully, easing his swathed trunk on the rough brychan, and flinching from the stab of the broken ribs.

By the second evening, when he had made a sledge of boughs and drawn the swathed body ashore over the ice for burial, she rose and came out to him of her own will, her face pale and sombre but wonderfully calm, and helped him to lay her father in his grave.

She watched him dismount, taking his arm so softly and reluctantly from about the swathed figure, and her exasperation flared at seeing him ride without a cloak in such weather, and chilled with more than foreboding as she realised that indeed he had had a cloak, but the girl was wearing it.

She saw the lean dark arm embracing his body, and the hand, the same hand that had swathed him in his royal winding-sheet, seemed to close its wasted fingers more jealously and tenderly upon his arm.

And finally the payload—a cylindrical tank, swathed in insulation, that would hold a hundred and eighty thousand pounds of propellant for the Titan mission—was mated to the S-IVB.