Rawboned

I am so thin that they say I look rawboned.

Deuce take lady S⁠⸺; and if I know D⁠⸺⁠y, he is a rawboned faced fellow, not handsome, nor visibly so young as you say: she sacrifices two thousand pounds a year, and keeps only six hundred.

[…] and that rancid, raw-boned parson, Gillespie—how the plague did they pick him up?—one of the mutes told Bob it was he.