Davis, the teacher, that Amy March had pickled limes in her desk
Now, I had made no attempt to walk, since my first signal failure, except while tightly grasping Tars Tarkas' arm, and so now I went skipping and flitting about among the desks
and chairs like some monstrous grasshopper.
'Now,' said Squeers, giving the desk
a great rap with his cane, which made half the little boys nearly jump out of their boots, 'is that physicking over?'
"Hum!" He reflected a moment, then opening a drawer in a desk
near him took out a letter, and gave it to me.
The master looks at his great silver watch, and then, with tiresome deliberation, puts the ferule into his desk
. The little multitude await the word of dismissal with almost irrepressible impatience.
When she asked a third time for permission to quench it at the common fountain Miss Dearborn nodded "yes," but lifted her eyebrows unpleasantly as Rebecca neared the desk
. As she replaced the dipper Seesaw promptly raised his hand, and Miss Dearborn indicated a weary affirmative.
The machine sitting at that desk
was no longer a man; it was a busy New York broker, moved by buzzing wheels and uncoiling springs.
If the Bow Street runners had come into the plantation just as I had completed the rifling of the desk
I think I should have let them take me without making the slightest effort at escape.
"My old one is sufficiently absorbing just at present," the other replied laying his calculations on the General's desk
. "Forgive my interrupting you, sir, but you told me to let you have this as soon as I had finished.
"Straight!" said Stryver, with a plump of his fist on the desk
One Sunday morning in the summer as he sat by his desk
in the room with a large Bible opened be- fore him, and the sheets of his sermon scattered about, the minister was shocked to see, in the upper room of the house next door, a woman lying in her bed and smoking a cigarette while she read a book.
Unopened letters and unsorted papers lay strewn about the desk
. In the midst of these tokens of prostrated energy and dismissed hope, the master of the Counting-house stood idle in his usual place, with his arms crossed on the desk
, and his head bowed down upon them.
This difficulty overcome, he took his seat at the desk
Here I sit at the desk
again, watching his eye - humbly watching his eye, as he rules a ciphering-book for another victim whose hands have just been flattened by that identical ruler, and who is trying to wipe the sting out with a pocket-handkerchief.
She struck a light, and unlocked her writing desk
. From one of the drawers she took out an old household account-book.