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Updated: May 3, 2025
The burly squire basked in the genial blaze, seated in a rude home-made armchair, the rather uncomfortable-looking back and arms of which were made of cedar roots, with the bark removed, like our garden rustic seats. Such a chair has Cowper in his "Task" described, "Three legs upholding firm A messy slab, in fashion square or round.
Of course Peter had been trifling with them, for no one can fly unless the fairy dust has been blown on him. Fortunately, as we have mentioned, one of his hands was messy with it, and he blew some on each of them, with the most superb results. "Now just wiggle your shoulders this way," he said, "and let go." They were all on their beds, and gallant Michael let go first.
The other roe, to our misfortune, threw his messy burden so exactly upon the middle of the ship, as to split it into a thousand pieces. The mariners and passengers were all crushed to death, or sunk.
"Wouldn't she let us make the extract?" asked Marjorie. "She wouldn't care how much we made it, but she wouldn't let me make it at home, I know, because she hates a mess." "I don't believe Grandma would like it either," said Marjorie, with a sudden conviction; "it is awful messy, and it smells pretty strong.
I came to a large court, where I saw before me a stately building, the windows of which were inclosed with gates of messy gold: I concluded it to be the queen's apartments. I entered; and in a large hall I found several black eunuchs turned into stone. I went from thence into a room richly furnished, where I perceived a lady in the same situation.
It's been a nasty beginning for you too messy fightin, I call it. Look at my quarter-deck! More like a slaughter-house nor a King's ship." He mopped at his leg. "And all the shore-goin folk on their knees in Church all the time! Funny to think on, ain't it?" The Gunner came up the ladder.
What a very heaven the messy towers and ramparts of vast Mars Saba looked to us when we caught a first glimpse of them! We staid at this great convent all night, guests of the hospitable priests.
It was the same young man who had appeared on the bank of Bang-up Creek and saved Short and Long from the farmer's dog. His very good looking hunting suit was now sadly torn and wrinkled. He was without a hat. There was a scratch upon his face that had drawn blood, and he was altogether rather messy looking. He bowed gravely to Mrs. Morse.
We existed within ourselves alone. The sable divinity would not herself dwell with us always; but we could counterfeit her presence. At the first dawn of the morning we closed all the messy shutters of our old building; lighting a couple of tapers which, strongly perfumed, threw out only the ghastliest and feeblest of rays.
Urquhart's things were nice to look at, without being particularly artistic. There was nothing dingy, or messy, or second-rate, or cheap. A graceful, careless expensiveness was the dominant note. An aroma of good tobacco hung about. Peter liked to smell good tobacco, though he smoked none, good or bad. Urquhart came in at seven o'clock.
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