I think I'll have all this whitewashed," Sophie broke in, pointing to the ceiling
Sir Percival may fill the house from floor to ceiling
, if he likes, on condition that his wife and I inhabit it together.
IF,' said John Willet, turning his eyes from the ceiling
to the face of his interrupter, and uttering the monosyllable in capitals, to apprise him that he had put in his oar, as the vulgar say, with unbecoming and irreverent haste; 'IF, sir, Natur has fixed upon me the gift of argeyment, why should I not own to it, and rather glory in the same?
I wanted to show them our red plush furniture, and the trumpet-blowing cherubs the German paperhanger had put on our parlour ceiling
All this is visible to you by the light of an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling
, and by that of an excellent fire, near which I sit in my cloak and bonnet; my muff and umbrella lie on the table, and I am warming away the numbness and chill contracted by sixteen hours' exposure to the rawness of an October day: I left Lowton at four o'clock a.
Cruncher looked at him then or afterwards, seemed to be concentrated on the ceiling
of the court.
Jaggers, bending forward to look at the ground, and then throwing his head back to look at the ceiling
, "what do you suppose you are living at the rate of?
How do you know it wasn't a drop of water falling off the ceiling
The board, that made the ceiling
, was to be lifted up and down by two hinges, to put in a bed ready furnished by her majesty's upholsterer, which Glumdalclitch took out every day to air, made it with her own hands, and letting it down at night, locked up the roof over me.
Lenepveu's copper ceiling
, figures grinned and grimaced, laughed and jeered at MM.
The plate on the table sparkled in the rays which the luminous ceiling
shed around, while the light was tempered and softened by exquisite paintings.
Practically, we should rise to the ceiling
," said the Earl.
Some of the young men, with more flexible frames than their comrades, and perhaps with more courageous souls, bad a way of walking up the trunk of the cocoanut trees which to me seemed little less than miraculous; and when looking at them in the act, I experienced that curious perplexity a child feels when he beholds a fly moving feet uppermost along a ceiling
Under the pitch of the roof ran a ceiling
cloth, which looked just as nice as a whitewashed ceiling
There was nothing special in the ceiling
beyond a shadow as of a huge black coffin.