Then this outlaw strapped his razor
on his boot, hovered over me ominously for six fearful seconds, and then swooped down upon me like the genius of destruction.
Wait a minute," she checked him, as he reached desperately for the razor.
With great outward show of rebellion, half genuine, half facetious, he made several tentative scrapes with the razor.
I never used my razor during my stay in the island, but although a very subordinate affair, it had been vastly admired by the Typees; and Narmonee, a great hero among them, who was exceedingly precise in the arrangements of his toilet and the general adjustment of is person, being the most accurately tattooed and laboriously horrified individual in all the valley, thought it would be a great advantage to have it applied to the already shaven crown of his head.
No wonder, then, that the acute Narmonee perceived the advantage my razor possessed over the usual implement.
At last the old spirits who had been with me so often before whispered in my ear that the time was come, and thrust the open razor into my hand.
I trembled; the razor was in my hand, but I could not move.
The throat of the old lady was not merely cut, but the head absolutely severed from the body: the instrument was a mere razor
It was the popular theme for jests; it was the best cure for headache, it infallibly prevented the hair from turning grey, it imparted a peculiar delicacy to the complexion, it was the National Razor
which shaved close: who kissed La Guillotine, looked through the little window and sneezed into the sack.
Five times did the razor
point touch the forehead of Peter of Colfax, until the watchers saw there, upon the brow of the doomed man, the seal of death, in letters of blood--NT.
As he prepared to make the first stroke of the razor
, most of his face white with lather, he noticed a dark patch of skin on his forehead just between the eye-brows and above.
is a proverb which I learned long before I ever touched a razor
It's ready, sir; it's like a razor
, cuts of itself," said Tit, taking off his cap with a smile and giving him the scythe.
Time, sticking to him, passed him on into Bounderby's Bank, made him an inmate of Bounderby's house, necessitated the purchase of his first razor
, and exercised him diligently in his calculations relative to number one.
Frome turned away again, and taking up his razor
stooped to catch the reflection of his stretched cheek in the blotched looking-glass above the wash-stand.