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Updated: June 9, 2025
They weigh dirty little powders in apothecaries' scales; steep sheets of copper in acid-water; and watch air-bubbles passing through bent glass tubes, some of which are as dangerous as cannon balls. They scrape old bones, and slice scraps no bigger than a pin's head.
I don't s'pose you ever thought of that? This pin's worth a hundred dollars easy. If it had got lost or stole, where'd I been when you come to claim it?" Charity remained silent, puzzled and half-convinced by the argument, and Dr. Merkle promptly followed up her advantage. "I didn't ask you for your brooch, my dear.
Upon certain roots of beans and peas it was noted that there were little round excrescences about the size of a small pin's head. These excrescences on examination with a microscope proved to be swarming with bacteria of minute dimensions.
The front of the chest below the nipples was covered with dark papules the size of a pin's head. The back, the buttocks, the face, and the scalp presented similar lesions. The most striking lesions were three ulcers one on the back of the right hand, one on the right temple, and the other on the left cheek.
The green-carpeted reef is lit up with an infinity of scintillating points and assumes the appearance of a fairy lawn of velvet, studded with thousands of diamond pin's heads. From this exquisite jewelry pearls break loose continuously and are at once replaced by others in the generating casket; slowly they rise, like tiny globes of light. They spread on every side.
That all sorts of things may exist in a very small compass no doubt is true. Professor Bateson reminds us that Shakespeare was once "a speck of protoplasm not so big as a small pin's head." The difficulty insuperable on ordinary monistic lines is how all these things got into the germ if no additions ever take place.
From its tip a minute gossamer spider, about twice the bigness of a pin's head, appeared suspended from a fine, scarcely visible line three or four inches long. "Look!" she exclaimed, with a bright glance at my face. The small spider she had captured, anxious to be free, was falling, falling earthward, but could not reach the surface.
Suddenly Albright, looking back across his shoulders, moved like a cat and picked up something from ten feet away. He held it on his palm an empty shell, such as fitted a .44 Smith and Wesson. He scanned it minutely, turned it over this way and that, looked at it fore and aft. "Firin' pin's nicked," he said, "an' a leetle off centre." For ten minutes the thing went from hand to hand.
"I know what you want," I said to Stanmer. "You want to know what the Signora Contessa says about you." Stanmer looked straight into her face, very gravely. "I don't care a straw what she says." "You are almost a match for the Signora Contessa," I answered. "She declares she doesn't care a pin's head what you think." "I recognise the Countess's style!" Stanmer exclaimed, turning away.
Lorne, however, left alone with his customs returns and his immigration reports, sat still, attaching a weight quite out of comparison with a pin's head to Mr Milburn's opinion.
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