Part of him wanted to tell her to put on a cloak, too.

The cloak was of a kind we'd never seen before.

He held out a cloak and then took up another for himself.

For the second time, she turned away to take up her cloak.

But she did not let go of the other's cloak.

I put my cloak back on, and out we went.

After a long moment, he got to his feet and held her cloak.

Let no one in the field go back to get his cloak.

He took out the hand which had been under his cloak.

Night would be as good a cloak for a time.

She seemed very small, a child almost, lost inside his second cloak.

But then where had the cloak come from, and the food?

He simply looked like a man in a dark green cloak, the same as before.

"Hold out your cloak and turn around so I can get a better look."

Now all I had to do was to find a way to make a cloak of fire.

Another part of him wanted her to leave the cloak on, to stay as she was.

"But they have no idea we can see through their cloak."

That white cloak does things to a man, I find.

He put on the cloak and it was a little short.

Maybe he can tell me what's so special about this cloak.

That was when the man in the black cloak had found her.

Perhaps it would be well if you took a cloak.

The white was the better cloak and they both knew it.

Even with the cloak I knew it was a him.

He sat on the cloak and held out his hand.

There was such a man, a figure cloaked in black.

Ahead of them, they saw a figure cloaked in black, that moved out into the night.

Not that it made a difference, cloaked as they were.

It was a woman, cloaked from head to foot in green.

It was the figure itself, a shape cloaked in black.

You may have never heard of him; it's almost like he's cloaked.

He has been involved with the science of cloaking objects since then.

For the third time, he was viewing a figure cloaked in black.

From the door to the fire tower came a figure cloaked in black.

Women must be cloaked from head to foot when outside their homes.

If there is a second ship, it may well be cloaked.

It is not cloaking of any form we are familiar with.

They could be cloaked in shadow, or the next person he talked to.

The lights were all cloaked in the front of the house when we arrived.

It was a man over seven feet tall, cloaked all in black.

He could not see the face, only that it was a tall man, cloaked.

It was the same person from outside, cloaked in two different identities.

This is why they ask to be cloaked in anonymity.

"Soon we will cloak their fleet from both eyes and magic."

But for the most part they cloaked their differences in polite language.

Habit would once again cloak the naked reality of the world.

Standing within the portal was a being cloaked in black.

He had cloaked himself in the dash from the hotel.

Many have cloaked themselves in emotional cotton just to get through the day.

No, the meeting would take place in public, cloaked by the presence of other guests.