hem

Anne rose to her feet, with clasped hands, the tears still glistening on her cheeks; the dish towel she had been hemming slipped unheeded to the floor.

“Oh, no, for when I had taken out the thread I required, I hemmed the edges over again.”

He spoke to his love and won her there while the cab was hemmed in.

“Hem,” thought Monte Cristo, “he begins to conceal his losses; a month since he boasted of them.”