Sleeve-button

[…] I took my leave of Morgan with many tears, after we had exchanged our sleeve-buttons as remembrances of each other.

“How those sleeve-buttons will suit me!” thought he, as he fixed a pair on the fat pudgy wrists of Mr. Sedley. “I long for sleeve-buttons; and the Captain’s boots with brass spurs, in the next room, corbleu! what an effect they will make in the Allee Verte!”

He wore […] projecting cuffs, fastened with large oxidized silver sleeve-buttons, bearing the device of a dog’s face,—English pug.

The old man was fumbling with his sleeve button. Parker bared the arm, polished a little spot with a wisp of cotton saturated with alcohol, grasped the pathetically flabby skin with experienced fingers; and, tipping up the syringe, pushed the piston gently to expel the air.