MISS MOPPET holds her poor head in her paws, and looks at him through a hole in the duster
Poyser's household, you would know how the duster
behaved in Dinah's hand--how it went into every small corner, and on every ledge in and out of sight--how it went again and again round every bar of the chairs, and every leg, and under and over everything that lay on the table, till it came to Adam's papers and rulers and the open desk near them.
Beverley picked up a duster
and began slowly to sweep the floor with it.
Do you really think that I would leave the place in such a state that the first person who came in with a duster
would see that there had been a robbery?
I am sure you did not, for a duster
would have swept away these shreds of varnish.
She liked to perambulate the room with a duster
in her hand, with which she stopped to polish the backs of already lustrous books, musing and romancing as she did so.
She had reason to suspect that Chailey had been balancing herself on the top of a ladder with a wet duster
during their absence, and the room had never been quite like itself since.
If the picture, was brought into court now, the evidence it could give against us was limited to a bit of plain panel, and a mass of black pulp rolled up in a duster
I 'll have an apron, with a bib to it, like Polly's, and a feather duster
, and sweep the stairs, maybe, with my head tied up, like Katy.
Never did duster
flap more briskly than the one Rose used that day, and never was a room "scrabbled" to rights in such haste as hers.
Bishopriggs turned himself about on his gouty feet; waved his duster
gently in the air; and looked at Anne, with a mild, paternal smile.
I see how it is,' said poor Noggs, drawing from his pocket what seemed to be a very old duster
, and wiping Kate's eyes with it, as gently as if she were an infant.
Winnie finished the chair, and ran the duster
along the mahogany at the back of the horse-hair sofa on which Mr Verloc loved to take his ease in hat and overcoat.
From the other side of the saloon, across the table, Ransome, with a duster
in his hand, stared open-mouthed.
The middle-aged servant woman led me into the drawing-room where there was a duster
on a chair and a broom leaning against the centre table.