finespun

Marquis Conrade, thy wit begins to halt; I will trust thy finespun measures no longer, but will try my own.

It was the tint of the copper beech, thick, finespun, with intermittent twists that gave it a wavy effect.

Mr. Finespun was the gentleman whose retirement from the ministry the Duke of St. Bungay had now announced.

All his finespun hopes had been ruthlessly rent by the hand of reality.