"Before the prison-door stand “a throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats. . .”"
"Wailing sadly, sad-colored mangrove-hens ran off across the mud into the dreary dark."
"We cannot tell among the men who pass us, all clad alike in dull, sad-colored clothes, who is a knight and who is a merchant, who is a shoemaker and who is a baker."