fright wig

When the music gets going, the woman in the Maude costume rocks so hard her wig comes loose.

Liszt looked at it, and to her fright and dismay cried out in a fit of impatience, "No, I won't hear it!"

The performers and the nuns nearly died of fright, believing that their last hour had surely come.

I am thankful that prolonged mourning is out of date; it made a fright of me and was getting on my nerves.

When he was gone, Monsieur de Tressan flung off his wig, and mopped the perspiration from his brow.

He passed his handkerchief for the last time over face and head, and resumed his wig.