"Well, last year, for instance, I bought our Matrona Semyenovna, not a poplin, but something of that sort," said the princess.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (Translated by Constance Garnett)
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"Skeeter, those poplin pants are just the cutest thing, why haven't I seen those before?"
Kathryn Stockett. The Help, p.207 (2009)
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He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought that here.