cupboards were unassailable, the drawers and cupboards in all the other rooms were unassailable.
and the bird- cage were rescued from under the coal-box; but Hunca Munca has got the cradle and some of Lucinda's clothes.
Bruno took a very small book out of the bookcase
, opened it, and shook it in imitation of the Professor.
I can stand it no longer, and I think, I may say, that nothing shall ever tempt me to it again; but one good thing I have just ascertained: it is the very room for a theatre, precisely the shape and length for it; and the doors at the farther end, communicating with each other, as they may be made to do in five minutes, by merely moving the bookcase
in my father's room, is the very thing we could have desired, if we had sat down to wish for it; and my father's room will be an excellent greenroom.
contained her favorite books; a piano filled an angle of the room.
Now, the General went straight to the bookcase
, leaving his cup of coffee on the bookstand in the middle of the room.
For years it had been trying to look like a bookcase
in the daytime, and now it looked more like a folding-bed than ever.
As it was of no use going on in that way, I put the paper down, took a peep at my bonnet in the glass to see if it was neat, and looked at the room, which was not half lighted, and at the shabby, dusty tables, and at the piles of writings, and at a bookcase
full of the most inexpressive-looking books that ever had anything to say for themselves.
He went into his office, leaving the door open; it was very small and contained only an American roll-desk in the corner, a bookcase
, and a cupboard.
In the corner, between the bookcase
and the wall, there stood a tall, green safe, the firelight flashing back from the polished brass knobs upon its face.
As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase
beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched.
A light bookcase
contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf, completing the furniture.
I call it the library now, but then we called it the bookcase
, and that was what literally it was, because I believe that whatever we had called our modest collection of books, it was a larger private collection than any other in the town where we lived.
Then at bed-time, when I retired with Mary to our quiet little chamber, where already my drawers were cleared out and my share of the bookcase
was empty--and where, hereafter, she would have to sleep alone, in dreary solitude, as she expressed it--my heart sank more than ever: I felt as if I had been selfish and wrong to persist in leaving her; and when I knelt once more beside our little bed, I prayed for a blessing on her and on my parents more fervently than ever I had done before.
Wingrave stood over her, leaning slightly against the corner of the bookcase