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...osed the door on the world of toiling and getting, private loving, private hat- ing and personal regrets, sat down with a sigh of content- ment to tho... ...learest impression of him in his garden-stained tweeds with a deer-stalker hat on the back of his head and presently a pipe sometimes between his teet... ...ater), and in trespass boards that used vehement lan- guage. Broken glass, tin cans, and ashes and paper abounded. Cheap glass, cheap tin, abundant fu... ...nything intensified. Pretentious villas jostle slums, and public-house and tin tab- ernacle glower at one another across the cat-haunted lot that inte... ...a and starched under a little lace- trimmed parasol, and he in a tall silk hat and peg-top trou- sers and a roll-collar coat, and looking rather like ... ...rst I must tell of my Staffordshire cousins and the world that served as a foil for her. 2 2 2 2 2 I first went to stay with my cousins when I was an ... ...verse in hand I know they would take down all the trees and put up stamped tin green shades and sunlight accumu- lators. Altiora thought trees hopeles...

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... her dress was delicious, her hair gracefully and becomingly arranged, her hat, in exquisite taste, was remarkable even be- side Mme. d’Espard, that l... ...Espard, that leader of fashion. There is something in the art of wearing a hat that escapes definition. Tilted too far to the back of the head, it imp... ...k; tipped to one side, it has a jaunty air; a well-dressed woman wears her hat exactly as she means to wear it, and exactly at the right angle. Mme. d... ... of regular customers, each thrust through a numbered ring of crystallized tin plate, were laid by their places. Flicoteaux I. only changed the servie... ... I am ready for you,” he added, glancing at a collection of small arms and foils stacked in a corner, the armory of the modern warrior. “That was stil... ... a box of ci- gars, and a stray razor lay upon the mantel-shelf; a pair of foils, crossed under a wire mask, hung against a panel. Three chairs and a ... ... playing off the same tactics with which the old campaigner had previously foiled him. Self-interest opened his eyes to the necessity of the manoeuvre...

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...ards into different lengths. He worked slowly, me- chanically, turning the foil between his fingers with the manual dexterity that one sometimes sees ... ...look at your teeth,” he said, picking up his mirror. “You better take your hat off.” She leaned back in her chair and opened her mouth, showing the ro... ...n was opened on the subject, T rina sit- ting up in the chair, holding her hat in her lap; McT eague leaning against the window frame his hands in his... ...ass. Marcus put a nickel and two crossed pins upon the rail, and waved his hat to the passengers as the train roared past. The chil- dren shouted shri... ... ahead. From one of the larger parcels Mrs. Sieppe had drawn forth a small tin steamboat—August’s birthday present— a gaudy little toy which could be ... ...l at once the boiler of the steamer blew up with a sharp crack. The little tin toy turned over and sank out of sight before any one could interfere. “... ...lain-lined sink, its copper boiler, and its overpowering array of flashing tin- ware. Everything was new; everything was complete. Maria Macapa and a ...

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...ve been charming. Happiness is the poetry of woman, as the toilette is her tin- sel. If the delightful excitement of a ball had made the pale face glo... ...rious consideration the two widows went shopping together—they purchased a hat adorned with os- trich feathers and a cap at the Palais Royal, and the ... ...ess; and, though by no means open-handed, she begged that lady to accept a hat that cost twenty francs. The fact was that she needed the Countess’ ser... ...ckly that he stumbled against a bath. By good luck, he managed to keep his hat on his head, and saved it from immersion in the water; but just as he t... ... into the bargain, you had need be a crack shot and know how to handle the foils,” he said, banteringly. “So I intend,” said Eugene. “Then you are tak...

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...or battle. On the back of the mare he passed her window, after lifting his hat, and he thumped at his breast-pocket, to show her where the letter 75 ... ...man named her lodger, by way of intro- duction, presented himself with his hat on, saying: ‘I knows the spot they calls Crassways,’ and he led. Redwor... ...d seem a small one, let it be remembered that a snub was intended, and was foiled; and foiled with an appar- ent simplicity, enough to exasperate, had... ... the bosom opened on her throat. The loop of her black hair curved under a hat of gray beaver. Memorably radiant was her face. They met, exchanged gre... ...eable, though it’s a small matter.’ ‘One’s pride may feel a touch with the foils as keenly as the point of a rapier,’ said Diana. The remark drew a sh... ...fits of lunacy even to her friend Emma, was repulsive. She bore with them, foiled them, passed them, and recovered her equanimity; but the contrast ca... ...art I have played, instead of doing the female’s duty of handing round the tin-cup for pennies. I won’t cry any more.’ She sighed and turned to sleep,...

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...id: “I beg your pardon, but I believe this is Mr. Jadwin.” He took off his hat, evidently a little nonplussed that she should know his name, and by no... ... in columns, and illuminated by a row of overhead gas jets burning under a tin reflec- tor. Before this board files of chairs were placed, and these w... ...es, that of a very old man, blear-eyed, decrepit, dirty, in a battered top hat and faded frock coat, discoloured and weather-stained at the shoulders,... ...s were empty. It was some fifteen min- utes after nine. Landry checked his hat and coat at the coat room near the north entrance, and slipped into an ... ...han texts from the Scriptures, sheaves of calla lilies, imitation bells of tin-foil, revival hymns vociferated with deafening vehemence from seven hun... ...texts from the Scriptures, sheaves of calla lilies, imitation bells of tin-foil, revival hymns vociferated with deafening vehemence from seven hundred... ...vans brought him his smoking-jacket and set the little table with its long tin box of cigarettes and ash trays at his elbow. Then he lit the tall lamp...

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.... They were nothing but ravens—I knew that— what they thought of me could be a matter of no consequence— and yet when even a raven shouts after you, “... ...ed with prodigious rapidity and energy for an hour—then the students began to remind him in certain well-understood ways that his time was up; he seiz... ...privilege and ceased to volunteer. Of course, where there is so much fighting, the students make it a point to keep themselves in constant practice wi... ...These were ladies who had their hats or bonnets on. What a blessed thing it would be if a lady could make herself conspicuous in our theaters by weari... ...this Catholic one; you never see the lanes and alleys flowing with foulness; you never see such wretched little sties of houses; you never see an in- ... ...ments and discovered that they possessed radical blemishes: the barometer had no hand but the brass pointer and the ball of the thermometer was stuffe... ...s and discovered that they possessed radical blemishes: the barometer had no hand but the brass pointer and the ball of the thermometer was stuffed wi... ... fragments were portions of waistcoats, hats, hobnailed shoes, and other clothing; a wing of a pi- geon, with black feathers; a fragment of an alpenst...

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...I said to your wife just now?’ ‘Polly heerd it,’ said T oodle, jerking his hat over his shoul- der in the direction of the door, with an air of perfec... ...ether the box was a mere slab, as some were, or something between a cocked hat and a star- fish, as others were, and those quite mild and modest boxes... ...n the shop are in low spirits, and the rain already shines upon the cocked hat of the wooden Midshipman. ‘Where’s Walter, I wonder!’ said Solomon Gill... ...oors, barrel staves, scraps of tarpaulin, and dead bushes; with bottomless tin kettles and exhausted iron fenders, thrust into the gaps. Here, the Sta... ...nt’s reflection, started up into full activity. He emptied out of a little tin canister on the top shelf of the cupboard, his whole stock of ready mon... ...o have covered his face with his hands, ‘I have been, since then, a useful foil to you. Y ou have trodden on me freely in your climbing up. Don’t spur... ...set forth with the usual homely service on the table, shook her head and a tin canister, and began unasked to make the tea. 271 Charles Dickens In th...

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... at the word pheasant.) “You’ve been birds’-nesting. You needn’t hide your hat. I can see that you belong to the College. Don’t attempt to deny it. Y... ... exactly cut off from supplies. So I brought up this. It’s your potted ‘am tin, ain’t it, Mr. Corkran?” “Why, Foxibus, you’re a brick,” said Stalky. “... ...ile Aladdin, in pink cotton tights, a blue and tinsel jacket, and a plumed hat, banged alternately on the piano and his banjo. He was the moving spiri... ...ilchards, three jams, and at least as many pounds of Devonshire cream. “My hat!” said he, throwing himself upon the banquet. “Who stumped up for this,... ...nce at Umballa, I think it was.” “I don’t know whether this ham-and-tongue tin is eigh- teen pence or one an’ four.” “Say one an’ fourpence, Muster Co... ... the line, rolled it up swiftly, and as swiftly tossed it into a glove and foil locker. Then, as though he had touched a spring, broke out the low mur...

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... a very nice man with a very large head of red hair and a very small shiny hat upon it, who had got a cross-barred shirt or waistcoat on, with Skylar... ... money to have been allowed to wrap myself up over- night, and sleep in my hat and boots. It touches me nearly now, although I tell it lightly, to rec... ...without any legs in them. And you couldn t so properly have said he wore a hat, as that he was covered in a-top, like an old building, with something ... ...tasks until tea, which Mr. Mell drank out of a blue teacup, and I out of a tin pot. All day long, and until seven or eight in the evening, Mr. Mell, a... ... went into his room, which was furnished as an office, with books, papers, tin boxes, and so forth. It looked into a garden, and had an iron safe let ... ... broad hard leaves of which plant (looking as if they were made of painted tin) have ever since, by asso- ciation, been symbolical to me of silence an... ...nd Steerforth, who knew everything, gave me lessons in riding. He provided foils for us, and Steerforth gave me lessons in fenc- ing gloves, and I beg...

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...first one metal to his resources and then another, until he had copper and tin and iron and lead and gold and silver to supplement his stone, he hewed... ... in those days the papers, which were printed upon thin sheets of metallic foil, were sold at determinate points by specially licensed purveyors. Half... ...ay and vanish…. It was past midnight, when the king, in a cloak and slouch hat that might equally have served a small farmer, or any respectable middl... ...the oil, they had swept away their forests, and they were running short of tin and copper. Their wheat areas were getting weary and populous, and many...

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...was nothing very uncommon about his dress. He usually wore an old slouched hat when he went abroad; and when at home, a sort of cowl or night-cap. He ... ...he first was a strong, tall, powerful man, in a grey riding-coat, having a hat covered with waxcloth, a huge silver-mounted horsewhip, boots, and drea... ...Hobbie Elliot, a substantial farmer, who boasted his descent from old Mar- tin Elliot of the Preakin-tower, noted in Border story and song, was on his... ...him on the green turf. I was reckoned at college nearly his equal with the foils, and I should like to try him at sharps.” “In my opinion,” answered S...

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... was a pink silk neckerchief, charmingly tied, and on her head was a straw hat ornamented with one moss rose. Her hands were cov- ered with black silk... ...normous muffler of red cashmere covered his neck and head to the eyes. His hat, jauntily tipped to one side, was, nevertheless, not ridiculous. Never ... ...nt? I take you at your word, and that delightful cleverness with which you foiled the fools who commented on your mar- riage to Monsieur de Camps [see... ...s if from the skies, and he instantly bought a hovel in the rue Saint-Mar- tin to make himself eligible for the Chamber. Then—an- other pretty specula... ...g frizzed into innu- merable little curls, surmounted by an immense plumed hat jauntily perched to one side in a manner which irresistibly provoked th... ...SED. WHO WILL PROFIT BY IT? That sheet of paper did marvels; it completely foiled the efforts of Monsieur de T railles, who, throwing off the mask, ha... ...hapes and all lands, saddles, hunting-whips, spurs, bits of many patterns, foils and boxing-gloves formed a queer and heterogenous collection. However... .... Therefore, when Monsieur de Camps proposed going to the Porte-Saint-Mar- tin to see a fairy piece then much in vogue, Madame Octave replied:— “Neith...

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...nly without fear, but with the ut- most familiarity. A large, civil cocked hat, like those worn by clergymen within the last thirty years, surmounted ... ... chief should for such a service. The medal* of Magua will no longer be on tin, but of beaten gold; his horn will run over with powder; dollars will b... ...d the desperate thrusts made with the knife of the Huron. Unable longer to foil an enemy so alert and vigi- lant, he threw his arms about him, and suc... ...tary. The instant he caught a glimpse of the white plume that waved in the hat of Montcalm, his eye lighted, and age no longer appeared to possess any... ...rt, at once too proud and too hope- less to ask favor of an enemy so often foiled. When Magua had effected his object he approached his prisoners, and... ...derness. Here, take my hunting shirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. Y ou must trust me with the book and spectacles, as well as the tooter...

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...them, Sam.’ ‘Thank’ee, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Never mind touching your hat, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle hastily. ‘You needn’t take your hand away to do ... ...Mr. Pickwick paused, considered, pulled off his gloves and put them in his hat; took two or three short runs, baulked himself as often, and at last to... ...igorating sight that can possibly be imagined, to behold him gather up his hat, gloves, and handkerchief, with a glowing countenance, and resume his s... ...) was in a similar pre dicament. However, there was plenty of porter in a tin can; and the cheese went a great way, for it was very strong. So upon t... ...ow waistcoat, with a coach trimming border, whispered a neighbour in green foil smalls, that T uckle was in spirits to night. ‘By the bye,’ said Mr. T... ...n in the orange plush. ‘And a low thief,’ added the gentleman in the green foil smalls. ‘ And an unreclaimable blaygaird,’ added the gentleman in purp... ...’ Some doubt appeared to exist in the mind of the gentle man in the green foil smalls, whether the chairman could be legally appealed to, as ‘Blazes,...

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... the weighing. At the close of his third year Sauviat added the hawking of tin and copper ware to that of his pottery. In 1793 he was able to buy a ch... ...d assumed in his brain the character- istics of a hobby. His neighbor, the hat-maker, who possessed about two thousand francs a year, had already aske... ... already asked, on be- half of his son, to whom he proposed to give up his hat- making establishment, the hand of a girl so well known in the neighbor... ...ee,” replied V eronique, “that he is thus avoid- ing their temptations and foiling their efforts? He is making himself a wild beast for a purpose.” “A... ...orizon like a tranquil ocean. Behind him could be seen, on one side, for a foil, the dark masses of the bronze-green forest; on the other, the church ... ...his father, except that Farrabesche had on his head the broad-brimmed felt hat of the peasantry, while the boy had only a brown woollen cap. Though in...

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...r end of the block were several young apple and plum trees, littered with foil strung by wool to keep the birds away. A novel idea Rick thought. Mit... ...ss cleaned up. Chris and Sandy sat at the kitchen table with coffee and a tin of biscuits. Elka stood beside her mother showing off her drawings; he... ...Rick. “I’m not in counselling for nothing.” She slipped her hand into the tin of biscuits. “Don’t fill up on them,” Chris said, “you’ll spoil your di...

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...by stooping—am no botanist myself, if my companion were to have a specimen tin under his arm— so long as it is not painted that abominable popular Swi... ...cs under the sun by way of illustrating his splendours. But especially his foil was the relative folly, the unnaturalness and want of logic in his fel... ...d, or trembles—in another man’s cast-off clothing, and with an infinity of hat-touching—on the verge of rural employment? These people will have to be... ... a group of them a European woman of fashion in her lace and feathers, her hat and metal ornaments, her mixed accumulations of “trimmings,” would look... ... summer evenings, practi- cally you two alone, you in your adolescent silk hat and your nice gentlemanly gloves…. Perhaps that did not happen here! An...

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... on board saw this person approach, he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship’s bulwarks. The Count of Monte Cristo 4 ... ... of the costume of our fathers, which you despise, I will wear a varnished hat, a striped shirt, and a blue jacket, with an anchor on the buttons. Wou... ...stockings, evidently of English manufacture, while from his three-cornered hat depended a long streaming knot of white and blue ribbons. Thus he came ... ...rom the front of which hung, creaking and flapping in the wind, a sheet of tin covered with a grotesque representation of the Pont du Gard. This moder... ...ls, palettes, brushes, pencils — for music had been succeeded by painting; foils, boxing-gloves, broadswords, and single-sticks — for, following the e...

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...e, in Sung and out of Snug, the ‘Professionals;’ among them, the celebrated comic favourite Mr. Banjo Bones, looking very hideous with his blackened f... ... was Loafing Jack of the Stars and Stripes, rather an unpromising customer, with his long nose, lank cheek, high cheek-bones, and nothing soft about h... ... on the spur of the moment. You anxiously call out, ‘V eal, then!’ Your waiter having settled that point, returns to array your tablecloth, with a tab... ...e- thing about its principal productions, tell me something about its ports, tell me something about its seas and rivers, tell me something about coal... ...oaves of bread, some with cheese and butter, some with milk and beer, some with boxes, beds, and bundles, some with babies—nearly all with children— n... ...arts appear, and vans appear, bringing more of my Emigrants, with more cabbages, more loaves, more cheese and butter, more milk and beer, more boxes, ... ...it,— that he imbibed it with mother’s milk,—and that I, the wretched T ommy, am most abjectly behindhand in not hav- ing done the same. I ask, why is ...