It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed
, a long, straight, even SMOOCH, as if it had been rubbed over and over.
He then repaired to D'Artagnan, who, thanks to his four trusses of straw, was in the act of making up and tasting, by anticipation, the luxury of a bed
so soft, so well stuffed at the head, so well covered at the foot, that it would have excited the envy of the king himself, if his majesty had not been fast asleep in his own.
Along the whole west coast, which is inhabited by a peculiar marine fauna, tertiary beds
are so scantily developed, that no record of several successive and peculiar marine faunas will probably be preserved to a distant age.
There were no bells in the house, and I used to take a great dinner-bell to bed
with me so that at least I might be able to make a noise if frightened in the night, though what good it would have been I don't know, as there was no one to hear.
And the maker of either of them makes a bed
or he makes a table for our use, in accordance with the idea--that is our way of speaking in this and similar instances--but no artificer makes the ideas themselves: how could he?
He's put into your form, and I've given him the bed
next to yours in Number 4; so East can't sleep there this half.
I told him I would, and I went into my chamber and fetched him a little private drawer, where I had about six guineas more, and some silver, and threw it all down upon the bed
, and told him there was all my wealth, honestly to a shilling.
For a time the two men talked of the raising of the bed
and then they talked of other things.
He had gone to bed
perfectly well, she said, and nothing had ailed him all day.
At any rate, I made up my mind that if it so turned out that we should sleep together, he must undress and get into bed
before I did.
I have not heard of any thing to please me so well since Charlotte was brought to bed
And this was the bed
in which the Princess was to sleep.
His clothes were very dirty; and as he slept in the day-time, he always went to bed
in his boots.
On this accursed bed
Don Quixote stretched himself, and the hostess and her daughter soon covered him with plasters from top to toe, while Maritornes- for that was the name of the Asturian- held the light for them, and while plastering him, the hostess, observing how full of wheals Don Quixote was in some places, remarked that this had more the look of blows than of a fall.
On the bed
, at full length, and faintly illuminated by the pale light that came from the window, lay a sack of canvas, and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened form; it was Faria's last winding-sheet, -- a winding-sheet which, as the turnkey said, cost so little.