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Updated: June 19, 2025
Many of the Dutch metal workers produced very beautiful and decorative stands on which miniature sets of rich brasses were hung; some of the old English fireside stands were arranged as receptacles for tongs, shovel, and brush, and now and then the baluster stem supported by a tripod base had a central attachment from which a toddy kettle could be slung.
The pilasters are surmounted by globes which resemble cannon-balls of stone. Forty-three balusters can still be counted on their sockets; the rest lie prostrate in the grass. Almost all bear scratches of bullets. One broken baluster is placed on the pediment like a fractured leg.
This was a damper; for if the stairs were all made in this fashion, there could be no secret. "Let's try," said Scarlett; and together they turned and twisted with all their might at every baluster from top to bottom, but without result. "Then it is a secret drawer," said Fred, in a low, husky voice. "More like a coffin," said Scarlett. "Ugh!" "I hope no one's buried here."
I am sure I don't know why I never before proposed that we give one. It is going to be lots of fun, isn't it? There's the bell again. I hope that maid hasn't gone on a vacation. It usually takes her forever." Arline darted out of the room to hang over the baluster once more.
He was heading for the stair with his little silver tray and upon it a note. Oh, impudence! How dared he give her the lie, by the hand of her own butler! She stood her ground, and Shima delivered the missive as if it were most usual to find one's mistress beflounced in peignoir and petticoats, hanging breathless over the baluster.
A stray coster or carman came in from time to time, but mostly the shop was silent and desolate. But this did not distress me. I had various preparations to make and a plan of campaign to settle. There were the cellar stairs, for instance; a steep flight of stone steps, unguarded by baluster or handrail. They were very dangerous.
It was the warmest kind of a fight for fully three minutes. Then Chick got a line on Matt Stall from behind the baluster post, and dropped him with a ragged wound in his hip. Stall fell with a yell of rage and pain, and Kilgore found himself alone, and against odds. He turned like a flash, and darted out of the rear door of the house.
As Siebenburg went downstairs he met his father-in-law on the second- story landing. Herr Casper, deadly pale, was clinging with his right hand to the baluster, pressing his left on his brow, as he vainly struggled for composure and breath.
She had partly descended the staircase and she stopped, leaning against the baluster and smiling up at him. "Surely you've had your reward in the honour of my visit." "That's delightful as far as it goes. But what will you do for me if I burn the papers?" Mrs. Ryves considered a moment. "Burn them first and you'll see!"
It cost an effort to send down the cold fiction that she was not at home, and she could not deny herself the consolation of leaning on the baluster of the second landing, and listening for his step in the hall below. But there was no movement. Could it be possible he was waiting for her to come in? Hush! That was the drawing-room door. But instead of Kerr, Shima emerged.
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