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There is nothing in the Constitution of the United States that says we can't have a daughter without consulting our help, is there?" The sarcasm of this reply did not escape even the dull-edged wits of the Irish drudge. She relapsed into a dignified silence and a few minutes later was discovered working with some show of enthusiasm. The judge was nervous and fidgety.
The incident broke more ice than we could have chopped out in a month with all the dull-edged talk we had been handing around. Every one had a good laugh by way of a general introduction and then we all turned in and made things hum. The wall-flowers got plucked.
Close against the white blind hung a bird-cage, clearly silhouetted, every wire, perch, and appurtenance distinct and recognisable, even to yesterday's dull-edged lump of sugar.
"It would have been good-by to cathedrals then," answered her father. "Mr. Primeval Man would have passed so much of his time in the easy chair that he would never have got beyond the age of dull-edged tools." And in this thoroughly modern primeval hut there were plenty of inducements to be lazy.
There is nothing in the Constitution of the United States that says we can't have a daughter without consulting our help, is there?" The sarcasm of this reply did not escape even the dull-edged wits of the Irish drudge. She relapsed into a dignified silence and a few minutes later was discovered working with some show of enthusiasm. The judge was nervous and fidgety.
Wemmick as we went along, to see what he was like in the light of day, I found him to be a dry man, rather short in stature, with a square wooden face, whose expression seemed to have been imperfectly chipped out with a dull-edged chisel. There were some marks in it that might have been dimples, if the material had been softer and the instrument finer, but which, as it was, were only dints.
The native who obtains a few dozen seeks shelter under the first mustard-tree, and with dull-edged knife, dissects each bivalve with a thoroughness permitting nothing to escape his eye. The burning sun, bringing putrefaction and decay to the oyster, is the operator's agency for securing what pearls his purchase may contain.
Close against the white blind hung a bird-cage, clearly silhouetted, every wire, perch, and appurtenance distinct and recognisable, even to yesterday's dull-edged lump of sugar.
He never liked to see me mend pens; my knife was always dull-edged my hand, too, was unskilful; I hacked and chipped. On this occasion I cut my own finger half on purpose. I wanted to restore him to his natural state, to set him at his ease, to get him to chide. "Maladroit!" he cried at last, "she will make mincemeat of her hands."
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