I followed the young Charles Stuart on the run, as it were, when I read Georgette Heyer's
Royal Escape. He has to disguise himself in a noggin shirt, which I take to be a very rough sort of flax-based fabric, and he is very relieved to switch over later to a fine flaxen shirt.
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