I had but time to seize Michelot by the collar of his pourpoint and draw him towards me.
"The Suitors of Yvonne" by Raphael Sabatini
It looked very threadbare, and the pourpoint very soiled.
"The Parisians, Complete" by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
She told herself that he would look better in a silken pourpoint, and better still in the chlamys-robe of state.
"Eden" by Edgar Saltus