Somebody, a woman, wearing sables, was in the box turning round, evidently in conversation with another person who was hidden.
"The Way of Ambition"
Robert Hichens
No, she had not forgotten; but she was learning the truth that true worth is not in title, or name, or fortune; that neither coronet nor crown can make men; that fools clad in sables are fools still, and rogues in mansions are still rogues.
"The Squire's Daughter"
Silas K(itto) Hocking
"A body'd s'pose marster's kin warn't of no kind of count," said Aunt Milly, the head cook, to a group of sables, who, in the kitchen, were discussing the furniture of the "trump'ry room," as they were in the habit of calling the chamber set apart for Mrs. Nichols.
"'Lena Rivers"
Mary J. Holmes