Please turn that cardboard
face down, and take this one, and compare it searchingly, by the magnifier, with the fatal signature upon the knife handle, and report your finding to the court.
She could not follow the opera nor even listen to the music; she saw only the painted cardboard
and the queerly dressed men and women who moved, spoke, and sang so strangely in that brilliant light.
She then took up one of the cardboards
which Rachel had laid aside, seated herself on a stool, and began to flourish a stump of charcoal.
Two of the cardboard
houses had also tumbled over, and the little Queen said she would have to repair them and paste them together before they could be lived in again.
We set the candle on the window sill and make flashes by passing the cardboard
back and forth.
It was a bookmark of perforated cardboard
, with a gorgeous red and yellow worsted goblet worked on it, and below, in green letters, the solemn warning, "Touch Not The Cup.
His business was the manufacture on a large scale of cardboard
But the pencil frequently leaves an impression upon cardboard
that no amount of rubbing can efface.
On the heap of nuts lay a scrap of cardboard
, on which was written in bold, blue chalk, "Best tangerine oranges, two a penny.
He suddenly produced a small cardboard
box, such as chemists use for powders.
What was his disgust, however, when on tasting the food, he found the bread to be made of chalk, the chicken of cardboard
, and the brilliant fruit of colored alabaster!
And afterwards in their study he begins to get right again, as he watches Arthur's intense joy at seeing Martin blowing the eggs and gluing them carefully on to bits of cardboard
, and notes the anxious, loving looks which the little fellow casts sidelong at him.
It was written with beautiful regularity and neatness of character, in violet-coloured ink, on note-paper as smooth as ivory and almost as thick as cardboard
, and it addressed me in these terms--
Afterwards it used to turn up in all sorts of places--at the bottom of small drawers, among my studs in cardboard
boxes--till at last it found permanent rest in a large wooden bowl containing some loose keys, bits of sealing wax, bits of string, small broken chains, a few buttons, and similar minute wreckage that washes out of a man's life into such receptacles.
With a firm, steady-eyed impudence, which seemed to hold back the threat of some abominable menace, he would proceed to sell over the counter some object looking obviously and scandalously not worth the money which passed in the transaction: a small cardboard
box with apparently nothing inside, for instance, or one of those carefully closed yellow flimsy envelopes, or a soiled volume in paper covers with a promising title.