The stranger was a short portly man with rumpled gray hair and an anxious expression, and was wearing a strange mixture of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots.
They were on their way to the entrenchments that ringed the town — no shallow, hastily dug trenches, these, but earthworks, breast high, reinforced with sandbags and tipped with sharpened staves of wood.
Then gradually her ideas took definite shape, and, sitting on the grass that she dug up with little prods of her sunshade, Emma repeated to herself, " Good heavens! Why did I marry" ?
Tricky one, they look exactly the same, but pin in Vietnamese is not a thin piece of metal with a sharp point used to fasten pieces of clothes together as in English.