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...ngs they put on—and the trouble they gave her in tying strings and fastening buttons— ‘Really they’ll be more like bundles of old clothes that any th... ...st kind. But not a single bee has come near it yet. And the other thing is a mouse trap. I suppose the mice keep the bees out—or the bees keep the mic... ...the bees keep the mice out, I don’t know which.’ ‘I was wondering what the mouse trap was for,’ said Alice. ‘It isn’t very likely there would be any... ... Among the heather bright, And work them into waistcoat buttons In the silent night. And these I do not... ...hen fill up the glasses as quick as you can, And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran: Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea— An...

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... the chamber. ‘Oh, sir!’ says he, ‘keep away from those there windows. A body might see you from the back lane.’ 103 Stevenson ‘It is registered,’ sa... ...u haven’t counted them; and the first thing we have to do is to arrive at the amount of my—let me say, modest competency. If I’m not mistaken, I have ... ...look- ing on, with all the interest of a man of the world, at the development of your highly original character.’ He continued to study my face withou... ...ould have encountered so few to recognise me. But doubtless a clean chin is a disguise in itself; and the change is great from a suit of sulphur-yello...

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...y well with his English get-up. He came back, a riding-whip under his arm, buttoning up a dogskin glove; his face reflected the resolute nature of his... ... a Mexican serape twisted 114 Nostromo on the cantle, the enormous silver buttons on the em- broidered leather jacket, the row of tiny silver but- to... ... everyone should know who is your lover to-day, you may cut all the silver buttons off my coat.” There were shouts of laughter and applause at this wi... ...d the impassive rider jingled in his palm the increas- ing hoard of silver buttons. He eased her to the ground with both her hands full. After whisper... ...g down into their kitchen for something or other. It was a sort of noise a mouse might make behind the plaster of a wall. All the servants they had ra... ...f the wall passing up and down with a light rubbing noise no louder than a mouse. And I, the only other with them, don’t really know whether to count ... ...id. The Capataz did not move. Decoud, with his back to the table, began to button up his coat. “The silver, Mrs. Gould, the silver,” he murmured in En... ...ulk filled it; and the rubbing of his shoulders made a small noise as of a mouse running behind the plas- ter of a wall. While he remained up there th...

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...ery much wishes no Row.’ Edward Dorrit, Esquire, led a little apart by the button, as- sumed a diplomatic expression of countenance in replying, ‘Why ... ...t all performed. He was a partner in a house in some large way—spirits, or buttons, or wine, or blacking, or oatmeal, or woollen, or pork, or hooks an... ...ossly informal thing to do after so many years. But Mr Tite Barnacle was a buttoned-up man, and consequently a weighty one. All buttoned-up men are we... ... man, and consequently a weighty one. All buttoned-up men are weighty. All buttoned-up men are believed in. Whether or no the reserved and never-exer-... ...135 Little Dorrit – Book Two the man to whom importance is accorded is the buttoned-up man. Mr Tite Barnacle never would have passed for half his curr... ...lked this over comfortably, and may go to bed. You best and dearest little mouse, Good night!’ With those words Fanny weighed her Anchor, and—having t... ...ts of that trying time,’ she pursued, ‘my good 264 Charles Dickens little Mouse will have to be roused. Also, from the effects of this long attendanc... ...what you will. It is better to be torn to pieces at a spring, than to be a mouse at the caprice of such a cat.’ He looked at her so hard with those ey...

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...im at his word. The mountain is still in labour; I have not heard that the mouse has been born. I pass him once in a while in the galleries, and he fi... ...n secrecy to fifty cho- sen spirits, to every one he has ever been able to button- hole for five minutes. I suppose he wants to get an order for it, a...

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...was nothing. Only a cricket from time to time gave a cautious churr, and a mouse was scratching somewhere; he could hear his own breathing. Everything... ...t of a face with lips thrust out.... Quickly and silently, like a cat at a mouse, Naum darted to the fire.... Hurriedly rising up from the ground a lo... ...obby opened a crack and a man’s hand in a dark cuff with three tiny silver buttons on it was stealthily thrust in and stealthily laid a big bundle on ... ..., for he had never seen it before—but the cuff of his sleeve. Three silver buttons gleamed distinctly in the moonlight. There was a stir of uneasy per... ... of his uni- form and he, too, looked round. “What is it?” he muttered. “A mouse ... a mouse,” Colibri said hurriedly, and sud- denly to Kuzma Vassily... ..., the thick moustache and the piercing eyes of the stranger with the three buttons on his cuff ... and although the eyes were in the place of the mous... ... they had gone was unknown. The mysterious man with a gipsy face and three buttons on his cuff and the dark-skinned foreign girl with an immense mass ... ...n night cap, a beard to his waist, white; too, and a waistcoat with copper buttons on it over 113 Turgenev his shirt and fur boots on his feet and he...

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... skirmish of Dunkeld, 1689, he was shot dead by a Cameronian with a silver button (being supposed to have proof from the Evil One against lead and ste... ...vacu- ated the old castle, where the family lived in their decadence, as a mouse (said an old farmer) lives under a firlot. Pulling down part of these... ...in- quire after was upwards of six feet high, had a dark frock, with metal buttons, light-brown hair unpowdered, blue eyes, and a straight nose, trave... ...lass or hanger by his side.” “Now,” said the Deacon, taking Glossin by the button (for, in considering this intricate subject, he had forgot Glossin’s... ...man, clad in a coat of pepper-and-salt coloured mix- ture, with huge metal buttons, a glazed hat and boots, and a 257 Sir Walter Scott large horsewhi... ...hy, how should I know?” answered the barrister,—”why does a cat not kill a mouse when she takes him?—the con- 277 Sir Walter Scott sciousness of powe... ...e other, now stooping and wriggling his shoul- ders, now fumbling with the buttons of his waistcoat, now clasping his hands together,—in short, he was...

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...d there was something in their character that reminded him of large polished buttons—buttons that might have fixed the elastic loops of some tense rece... ...o see the reflection of surrounding objects on the pupil. The expression of a button is not usually deemed human, but there was something in Miss Stack... ...hem from his thoughts. He cared no more for them than for the rosebud in his buttonhole. It is the good fortune of a man who for the greater part of a... ... few leading minds among his acquaintance and rarely enjoyed the pleasure of button holing a celebrity; a state of things which appeared to Miss Stack... ...eful gloves that Madame Merle had given her—little grey gloves with a single button. She was like a sheet of blank paper—the ideal jeune fille of forei... ...oday it’s poor Lord Warburton.” “My envy’s not dangerous; it wouldn’t hurt a mouse. I don’t want to destroy the people—I only want to be them. You see...

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...ry brightly, and her little right hand idly busying itself with one of the buttons of my coat, I might have been more clever perhaps? My love! sai... ...it is? Of course I am! I have forgotten, said Dora, still turning the button round and round, what relation Agnes is to you, you dear bad boy. ... ...wonder why you ever fell in love with me? said Dora, beginning on another button of my coat. Perhaps because I couldn t see you, and not love you, D... ...Dora! Suppose you had never seen me at all, said Dora, going to another button. Suppose we had never been born! said I, gaily. I wondered what sh... ...anced in admiring silence at the little soft hand travelling up the row of buttons on my coat, and at the clustering hair that lay against my breast, ... ...an afford. You enjoyed it very much, sobbed Dora. And you said I was a Mouse. And I ll say so again, my love, I returned, a thousand times! B... ...u can learn, she returned; and you are a clever, clever man! Nonsense, mouse! said I. I wish, resumed my wife, after a long silence, that I co...

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... down where he of the Mirrors stood digging his spurs into his horse up to buttons, without being able to make him stir a finger’s length from the spo... ... stockings; the other carried nothing but a pair of new fencing-foils with buttons. The peasants carried divers articles that showed they were on thei... ...attacked like an angry lion, but he was met by a tap on the mouth from the button of the licentiate’s sword that checked him in the midst of his furio... ... was that the licenti- ate reckoned up for him by thrusts every one of the buttons of the short cassock he wore, tore the skirts into strips, like the... ...t, heart of butter-paste? Who pursues or molests thee, thou soul of a tame mouse? What dost thou want, unsatisfied in the very heart of abundance? Art... ... dost thou compel them to smear the cracks in their shoes, and to have the buttons of their coats, one silk, another hair, and another glass? Why must... ...silos. “And he does well,” said Sancho, “for what thou hast to give to the mouse, give to the cat, and it will save thee all trouble.” Tosilos meanwhi...

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...tilitarian school. Beyond that, nothing lively; no, not so much as a white mouse in a twirling cage. Are there no amusements? Yes. There is a lecture ... ...s hair, which was brushed pertly off his forehead in a flaxen clump. Every button in his clothes said, ‘Eh? What’s that? Did you speak? Say that again... ...ld Shaker, with eyes as hard, and dull, and cold, as the great round metal buttons on his coat and waistcoat; a sort of calm goblin. Being informed of...

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...e was nere so faire, and I am done. [ee5 493 Mer. Tut, duns the Mouse, the Constables owne word, 494 If thou art dun, weele draw thee ... ...ne, two, and the third in your bosom: the ve-ry 1128 butcher of a silk button, a Dualist, a Dualist: a Gentleman 1129 of the very first house ... ...or this world: a plague a both your houses. 1534 What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a man to 1535 death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Vil... ...e 1833 Where Iuliet liues, and euery Cat and Dog, 1834 And little Mouse, euery vnworthy thing 1835 Liue here in Heauen and may looke on h... ...t for lesse cause, and nere beene sicke. 2554 La. I you haue bin a Mouse- hunt in your time, 2555 But I will watch you from such watching ...

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.... I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled. Brazil? He twirled a button, Without a glance my way: “But, madam, is there nothing else That we... ... ’T is something like a house; It has a garret also For refuse and the mouse, Besides, the deepest cellar That ever mason hewed; Look to it, by... ...nd frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the sands. But no man moved me till the tide Went past ... ...cing narrow at the wall, And narrow at the floor, For firm conviction of a mouse Not exorcised before, Peruse how infinite I am To—no one that you kno... ..., Were durably divine. 299 XCIII PAPA above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat; Reserve within thy Kingdom A “mansion” for th...

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...fulgent white waistcoat, opened in such a way as to show two diamond shirt-buttons worth sev- eral thousand francs. “We shall fight, but we shall not ... ...ly in the provinces. The procureur-du-roi, Frederic Marest, whose fortune, buttonhole, and position were about on a par with those of Antonin Goulard,... ...ng the front of the gown look like a pelisse. The corsage, ornamented with buttons and caps to the sleeves, ended in a point in front, and was laced u... ...ced in one of his waistcoat pockets, was fastened by an elegant chain to a button-hole. “Rastignac,” he said, accepting the cup of tea which the prett... ...uri- osity?”— I fancied I saw the claw of a cat preparing to play with its mouse, so I answered, coldly:— “Artists, I am told, are often indiscreet in... ... of which it would have been difficult to assign a date, a plaid waistcoat buttoned to the throat, surmounted by a black cravat worn without a collar ...

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...before he entered the parlour; and he was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present. For me, at least, there was no secret abou... ...ust inside the inn door, peering round the corner like a cat waiting for a mouse. Once I stepped out myself into the road, but he immediately called m... ...you neither, says you; not smart—none of the pair of us smart. But dash my buttons! That was a good un about my score.” And he began to laugh again, a... ... doctor with a smile, “did ever you hear the fable of the mountain and the mouse? You’ll excuse me, I dare say, but you remind me of that fable. When ... ...ver of the nearest live-oak and squatted there, hearkening, as silent as a mouse. Another voice answered, and then the first voice, which I now recogn... ...gether by a system of the most various and incon- gruous fastenings, brass buttons, bits of stick, and loops of tarry gaskin. About his waist he wore ... ...le. He was tricked out in his best; an immense blue coat, thick with brass buttons, hung as low as to his knees, and a fine laced hat was set on the b... ...ncredible to the surviving mutineers. They leaped upon it like cats upon a mouse. It went from hand to hand, one tearing it from another; and by the o...

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...n. Besides out of Paris it was always more or less of a trouble to get ten-button gloves. When she railed at this serviceable city and you asked her w... ...is better than sitting in a little dark, damp room, on a court, or selling buttons and whalebones over a counter.” “Of course it is much more amusing,... ...n empty glass, and Newman supposed he was not hearing. Mademoiselle Noemie buttoned her furred jacket and pushed back her chair, casting a glance char... ...ht have shot yourself. That is why I came to look you up.” And he began to button 189 Henry James his coat. “Neither,” said M. Nioche. “You despise m... ...er, but he had a clever face, and the ribbon of the Legion of Honor in his buttonhole; Newman listened attentively to the instructions he gave him bef... ...bain asked me no questions because they had no reason. I was as still as a mouse. When I was younger my lady thought me a hussy, and now she thought m...

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...spect. The attentive droop of his shoulders and head, the straining of the buttoned coat across his chest, the air as of one who waited and listened, ... ... tightfitting coats bulged at the breast or opened at the waist, as though buttons were lacking, and the whiteness of that garment cried aloud for the... ... as you know, my Jenna, the Gov- ernment have issued an express injunction button. Did you sell it dear?’ ‘A fellow parted with his ear for it.’ Lieut... ...o her, poor soul! Will you allow me that I may sit up behind as quiet as a mouse, and be near one of the lovely English ladies who are so kind to unfo... ...d lightness of limb at getting rid of it, that Jacob thrust it between the buttons of his shirtfront, returning it to his possession by that aper- tur... ... door, and they are singing; they don’t hear you. And now you’re meek as a mouse. That’s it—if you 124 Vittoria don’t hit the mark when you go like a... ...took a pair of foils, and offering the handle of one to Ammiani, broke the button off the end of his own, and stood to face an adversary. Ammiani foll...

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...he young gentleman, releasing the mane and sliding from the saddle into Raoul’s arms; Raoul was but ten yards from the shore; there he bore the fainti... ...spirits. Now the four friends began to speak loud, scarcely waiting till one had finished before another began, and each assumed his fa- vorite attitu... ... of the dying man.” Athos, in his turn, rising without speaking, went and un- 285 Dumas hooked his sword. “Heigh, sir,” said D’Artagnan, trying to la... ...hat gentleman is the Abbe d’Herblay,” replied he. Aramis blushed. “Madame,” he said, “I am an abbe, it is true, but I am so against my will. I never h... ...palace to which I should lead you. Your doors are guarded, the airholes of your cellars are guarded, and I could say to you, as that good La Ramee sai... ... the last moment. Take it from me when I am— dead.” “Y es, sire,” said a voice, which Athos recognized as that of Aramis. He then took his hat from hi... ...n; “we are saved!” “I don’t see that at all,” answered Porthos. “I think we are all taken prisoners, except Aramis, and that our chances of getting ou...

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...petite and size of portion. He also spent a couple of months in training a mouse, which he kept confined in a little wooden cage in his bedroom. At le... ... training had reached the point that, at the several words of command, the mouse would stand upon its hind legs, lie down, and get up again, he sold t... ...as im- possible not to marvel at the patience wherewith he would try every button of the suspected person, yet preserve, throughout, a deadly politene... ...executed a sort of shuffle with a half-boot of patent leather studded with buttons of mother-of-pearl, and followed that up by (in spite of his pronou...

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...t ease. 17 ‘I’m sorry we are so late,’ he was saying. ‘We couldn’t find a button-hook, so it took us a long time to button our boots. But you were to... ...about the immortality of the soul,’ said Birkin, ‘and then he hadn’t got a button-hook.’ ‘Oh God!’ cried Marshall. ‘The immortality of the soul on you... ...ittle things seem to be more subtle to her—’ ‘But they aren’t, are they? A mouse isn’t any more subtle than a lion, is it?’ Again Hermione looked down... ...e of the bed. His cap was pulled low over his brow, his black overcoat was buttoned close up to his chin. His face was strange and luminous. He was in... ...chair, unbuttoned his overcoat, lifting up his chin to unfasten the throat buttons. His short, keen hair was ruffled. He was so beautifully blond, lik... ... the round, full, sensitive-looking head, and the quick, full eyes, like a mouse’s. He glanced swiftly from one to the other of the strangers, and hel...