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Updated: April 30, 2025
It is of small size, though it makes us all shrink with horror and disgust. It has six claw-like legs and no wings. It is, in fact, neither more nor less than the clothes louse, the Pediculus vestimenti. Those pompous emblems of authority, the horsehair wigs those musty robes of unctuous dignity were full of dirt, and harboured the wandering bearer of typhus infection.
Ulrika shuddered slightly as she rose from the ground and stood erect, drawing her shawl closely about her. "You hate her so much, Lovisa?" she asked, almost timidly. Lovisa's face darkened, and her yellow, claw-like hand closed round her strong staff in a cruel and threatening manner. "Hate her!" she muttered, "I have hated her ever since she was born! I hated her mother before her!
No wonder, it was attached to no arm or body, it was hairy and dark coloured, the fingers were short, blunt, with long, claw-like nails, and it was minus a thumb! Too frightened to get up I had to stop in bed, and, I suppose, fell to sleep again, after fresh vain attempts to awaken Bolter. Next morning I told him about it.
The caudex of the ranunculus, cultivated by the florists, lies above the claw-like root; in this the old root or claws die annually, like the tulip and orchis, and the new claws, which are seen above the old ones, draw down the caudex lower into the earth.
It is terrible. You should not have made such demands—" "We won't go into that," said the other harshly, gripping his side with his claw-like hand. His face was contorted by pain. After a moment, he went on: "She's better than I thought, and so is that good-for-nothing brother of hers. I shall never forgive this scoundrel Wade though.
Barry came back with Anne, carrying a coil of rope to which was attached a claw-like instrument that had been the business end of a grubbing fork. Marilla and Anne stood by, cold and shaken with horror and dread, while Mr. Barry dragged the well, and Davy, astride the gate, watched the group with a face indicative of huge enjoyment. Finally Mr. Barry shook his head, with a relieved air.
Can you write?" "Oh yes! Shall I write for you?" "You shall! you shall! here's paper" rising and opening an ancient blotting-book, its covers all scribbled over with tiny figures, the result of much calculating, he hastily set forth writing materials, his lean, claw-like, dirty hands trembling with eagerness. "Hear, hear, write fast."
I myself drew no breath, but watched the half-bald head of the criminal shake sadly. Then suddenly he looked up. With one claw-like finger, he pointed at Estabrook. Hate and distrust were in his eyes. "You know!" he piped in a thin but terrible voice. There was no doubting the sincerity of his accusation. "I know?" cried Estabrook, falling back. "I know?"
My aunt, with her claw-like fingers, was trying to take the portrait from me, and I was mechanically hiding it and grasping it more firmly. "But, my dear boy let go, you are spoiling it!" she exclaimed. "Don't you see you are smudging it? I am not scolding you, my dear. I will show it to you as often as you like, but don't destroy it; let go, you are injuring it."
However disturbed and worried she might feel, there were the weekly books to be gone through, and this time without Nanna's shrewd, kindly help. Suddenly she started, for Timmy's claw-like little hand was on her arm: "Mum," he said earnestly, "do tell me what Colonel Crofton was really like? Did that lady you know, I mean the person Jack thinks is jealous of Mrs.
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