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  • She was a quiet, matronly-looking individual, some few years past the prime of life. Cited from Married Life, by T.S. Arthur
  • She is a comfortable, almost matronly-looking woman, quietly dressed in a way that is only noticeable from the skirts being rather short. Cited from Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Volume 6 (of 6), by Havelock Ellis
  • As she sat there the wardrobe woman, a matronly-looking, Irish person, came up and ordered her peremptorily to get off the trunk. Cited from Calvary Alley, by Alice Hegan Rice
  • In size, Sarah Landis was a little below medium height, rather stout, or should I say comfortable, and matronly looking; very erect for a woman of her age. Cited from Mary at the Farm and Book of Recipes. . ., by Edith M. Thomas
  • Ethel Morrissey, plump, matronly-looking, quiet, with her hair fast graying at the sides, had nothing of the skittish Middle Western buyer about her. Cited from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber
  • But for her abbreviated trunk, and those few pathetic inches of twisted leg -- chiefly feet -- she might have passed for a matronly-looking and rather handsome old harridan, half Scotch and half Irish. Cited from The Bed-Book of Happiness, by Harold Begbie
  • Now that the workpeople are busily engaged on the plantation, the cabins are in charge of two nurses, matronly-looking old bodies, who are vainly endeavouring to keep in order numerous growing specimens of the race too young to destroy a grub at the root of a cotton plant. Cited from Our World, by Francis Colburn Adams
  • Natty stenographers, prim office women, matronly looking heads of departments, and assistants from perhaps the tubercular department, the reconstruction departament, the bureau of home relief in Paris, or what not, move briskly through the corridors. Cited from The Martial Adventures of Henry and Me,by W. White
  • And stealthily-treading, matronly-looking women often found their way into the den, where nameless "remedies" were sold, often for their weight in diamonds, the weapons of that hidden guild which paves New York's streets with the bones of ignorant and martyred women. Cited from The Midnight Passenger, by Richard Henry Savage
  • A very jolly, matronly-looking woman, evidently the landlady, pulls aside one of the sliding paper doors, and bowing low on her hands and knees, smiles cavernously with her jet-black teeth, which, like all correct and cleanly women in Japan, she dyes on alternate days. Cited from Lippincott's Magazine, Vol. XII, No. 29. August, 1873, by Various