A glance was enough to show him that no second drawer
had been overlooked.
All the six drawers were alike occupied by a collection of fossils, which (judging by the curious paper inscriptions fixed on some of them) were associated with a past period of the Major's life when he had speculated, not very successfully in mines.
The top drawer contained a complete collection of carpenter's tools in miniature, relics probably of the far-distant time when the Major was a boy, and when parents or friends had made him a present of a set of toy tools.
The drawer was never opened, it is true, but that next it was in constant use, and certain crevices beneath the counter enabled us to see a little, and to hear more, of what passed in the magazin.
We had been near a month in the drawer, when I recognized a female voice near us, that I had often heard of late, speaking in a confident and decided tone, and making allusions that showed she belonged to the court.
The neat fitting-up of drawers and shelves, and the bookcase filled with expensive illustrated books on Natural History, made him think again of the winnings at cards and their destination.
Suppose I ask you to look through my drawers and agree with me about all my new species?
The sound come from the chest of drawers, and Peter made a merry face.
He let poor Tink out of the drawer, and she flew about the nursery screaming with fury.
The press marked E was unlocked; and I took out the drawer
, had it filled up with straw and tied in a sheet, and returned with it to Cavendish Square.
Cornelius," said the judge, "in the name of the States, I order you to open this drawer
, and to give up to me the papers which it contains.
And Van Horn, having finished his rearrangement and repair of the explosive-filled drawer
under the mate's bunk, climbed up the companion steps, saw the battle, paused, and quietly looked on.
When I had done so, he made me put them into my lap, and took my little drawer
, and poured out all my money among his, and bade me get me gone, and carry it all home into my own chamber.
Pickwick carefully rubbed the last page on the blotting-paper, shut up the book, wiped his pen on the bottom of the inside of his coat tail, and opened the drawer
of the inkstand to put it carefully away.
In the half-open drawer
by his side was the barrel of a loaded revolver.