Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 13, 2025
WINDSOR SOAP. Cut the best white soap into thin slices, melt it over a slow fire, and scent it with oil of carraway, or any other agreeable perfume. Shaving boxes may then be filled with the melted soap, or it may be poured into a small drawer or any other mould; and after it has stood a few days to dry, it may be cut into square pieces ready for use.
The girl had shown her single trace of emotion over the boy's pillow, where she had shed a few furtive tears, and the thought of this was with Carraway as he walked meditatively along the red clay road, down the long curves of which he saw the carriage rolling leisurely ahead of him.
"What on earth can he have to do at the back, sir?" inquired the irrepressible old lady; "but since you were so kind as to overlook our inhospitable reception, will you not be equally good and tell me your name?" "I fear it won't enlighten you much," replied the lawyer modestly, "but my name happens to be Guy Carraway." "Guy Guy Carraway," repeated Mrs.
The young man nodded, and, drawing out his clasp-knife, fell to whittling a splinter which he had broken from the well-brink. "In that case," pursued Carraway, feeling as if he were dashing his head against a wall, "I shall address myself to you in the briefest terms. The place, I suppose, as it stands, is not worth much to-day. Even good land is cheap, and this is poor."
I am not sure that it was not the stepping of an awkward visitor upon one of these same glass eyes, while these slippers for the first time covered his feet, that set Mr. Carraway to cogitating upon the hollowness of "Christmas as She is Celebrated." Indeed, it is my impression that at the very moment when that bit of adornment was pressed down upon Mr.
She herself had sunk to the level of a servant, but through it all Lila had remained "the lady," preserving an equable loveliness to which Jim Weatherby hardly dared lift his wistful gaze. As for the young man himself, he had a blithe, open look which Carraway found singularly attractive, the kind of look it warms one's heart to meet in the long road on a winter's day.
With the feeling that he was asked out for a beating, Carraway turned for a farewell with Mrs. Blake, but the imperious old lady was not to be so lightly defrauded of a listener. "Business may come later, my son," she said, detaining them by a gesture of her heavily ringed hand. "After dinner you may take Mr.
Carraway discreetly held her tongue, although she was far from approving Carraway's course in so far as it affected the children. She tacitly agreed to the proposition, but there was the light of an idea in her eye. The days intervening before Christmas passed rapidly away, and Christmas eve finally came.
These things Carraway understood, yet as the man strode into the room with open palm and a general air of bluff hospitality as if he had just been blown by some fresh strong wind across his tobacco fields the lawyer experienced a relief so great that the breath he drew seemed a fit measure of his earlier foreboding.
"It's a solar-plexus retort, just the same," said Carraway, as he shook his head and went to bed. "I think on the 1st of January, if you have no objections, Mrs. Carraway, I will forswear utilitarianism and you may remove the golf-balls from the cloisonné vase as soon as you choose."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking