This dark old square of canvas
, my fair cousin," said he, "has been an heirloom in the Province House from time immemorial.
He put down the roughly-besmeared canvas
and addressed a little click with his tongue, accompanied by an elevation of the eyebrows, to Newman.
wanted more putting up than I think any of us had bargained for.
At last he cut one of the pin ropes, raised the bottom of the canvas
, and intruded his head within the interior.
True, the wind itself tore our canvas
out of the gaskets, jerked out our topmasts, and made a raffle of our running gear, but still we would have come through nicely had we not been square in front of the advancing storm center.
She noticed that it was covered with padded canvas
Surgeon Surville, entering from the kitchen, drew aside the canvas
screen, and approached the little round table at which his superior officer was sitting.
To our surprise, we were ushered into a room where the first object that met the eye was a painter's easel, with a table beside it covered with rolls of canvas
, bottles of oil and varnish, palette, brushes, paints, &c.
Passing by one of the dressing tents I glanced in through a hole in the canvas
to see if I could locate him.
I had time to notice that the pockets of the dead man had been emptied on the deck, and that his body and his grin had been wrapped from view in canvas
, the folds of which the sailor, Johansen, was sewing together with coarse white twine, shoving the needle through with a leather contrivance fitted on the palm of his hand.
He was silent for several moments, glancing repeatedly out of the window and back to his canvas
, painting all the time with swift and delicate precision.
Look at the faces of the actors and buffoons when they come off from their business; and Tom Fool washing the paint off his cheeks before he sits down to dinner with his wife and the little Jack Puddings behind the canvas
Billy came back in the evening with a small roll of old canvas
he had borrowed, which he proceeded to arrange over their bed on a framework so as to shed rain.
and she followed proudly in the towing steamboat's wake: but bravest and most gallant of all, when the tow-rope being cast adrift, the canvas
fluttered from her masts, and spreading her white wings she soared away upon her free and solitary course.
Bob had drawn out a dirty canvas
bag, and would perhaps not have paused just then if Maggie had not entered the room and darted a look of surprise and curiosity at him, whereupon he pulled his red locks again with due respect.