He turned and led the way up a path, and as they followed slowly, because the paper
Captain did not move very swiftly, they took the opportunity to gaze around them at this strange paper
The ANZEIGER is an eight-page paper
; its page is one inch wider and one inch longer than a foolscap page; that is to say, the dimensions of its page are somewhere between those of a schoolboy's slate and a lady's pocket handkerchief.
looks to me as if it KNEW what a vicious influence it had!
"Mr Bucket," said my guardian aloud, "whatever the worth of this paper
may be to any one, my obligations are great to you; and if it be of any worth, I hold myself bound to see Mr.
And, pulling out the drawer to its full length, the magistrate at first alighted on about twenty bulbs, carefully arranged and ticketed, and then on the paper
parcel, which had remained in exactly the same state as it was when delivered by the unfortunate Cornelius de Witt to his godson.
He read and re-read the paper
, fearing the worst had hap- pened to me.
He'll be papered
anyway; Mungo Campbell'll be sure to paper
him; what matters if I paper
Fail not to write to me and inform me what thou dost mean to do, and I will always answer thee; for the great Allah has given us a Christian captive who can speak and write thy language well, as thou mayest see by this paper
; without fear, therefore, thou canst inform us of all thou wouldst.
He rummaged in his coat pocket, and, drawing out a piece of discoloured, blue-tinted paper
, he laid it out upon the table.
"The moment I looked at my table, I was aware that someone had rummaged among my papers
. The proof was in three long slips.
'The little paper
was in this house on the night when our friend the prisoner--jail-comrade of my soul--came home from foreign countries.
Father Brown read the words three times before he put down the paper
. The words were: "I die by my own hand; yet I die murdered!" They were in the quite inimitable, not to say illegible, handwriting of Leonard Quinton.
In the office he wore also a linen duster with huge pockets into which he continually stuffed scraps of paper
. After some weeks the scraps of paper
became little hard round balls, and when the pockets were filled he dumped them out upon the floor.
On the bed, and on a movable table which was attached to it, we found books and writing materials, and a paper
containing some unfinished verses in manuscript, afterward identified as being in the handwriting of the deceased.
"Yes; I am a supercargo; pen, ink, and paper
are my tools, and without my tools I am fit for nothing."