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Updated: June 3, 2025
Say, while I was scrubbin' off some of the inkstains and smoothin' down my hair with the silver-backed brushes I felt like a young blood gettin' ready for a party. Then after awhile I strolls down to the lib'ry and makes myself to home some more. It's a comf'table place, with lots of big easy-chairs, nice pictures on the wall, and no end of bookshelves.
Its broad pale sulphur flowers were yet unopened; but, instead, an ivy-leaved Ipomoea had climbed up it, and shrouded it from head to foot with hundreds of white convolvulus-flowers; while underneath it grew a tuft of that delicate silver-backed fern, which is admired so much in hothouses at home.
I opened it to behold Carlotta, in a glow of wondering delight, brandishing a silver-backed brush in one hand and the hand-mirror in the other. "Oh, my darling Seer Marcous! For me? All that for me?" "No. It is for Antoinette," said I. "Oh-h!" She laughed and pulled me by the arm into her room and shut the door. "Oh, everything is beautiful, beautiful, and I shall die if I do not kiss you."
At last he came to a bank of beautiful shrubs; white-beam with its great silver-backed leaves, and mountain-ash, and oak; and below them cliff and crag, cliff and crag, with great beds of crown-ferns and wood-sedge; while through the shrubs he could see the stream sparkling, and hear it murmur on the white pebbles. He did not know that it was three hundred feet below.
He had a small silver-backed hand-mirror in his hands. He had been staring into the glass of it for ten minutes. He looked up now and shook his head. "I couldn't," he answered. "I couldn't, mother. There's no sleep in me." "But John " began the mother again. "Please don't bother about me," he interrupted. "I couldn't sleep, really. And I couldn't bear to lie awake alone."
You collected twenty coupons, and you got a silver-backed looking-glass girls again, you see or two thousand coupons, and you got a new bicycle. It's an old dodge, of course, but somehow it always seems to pay. However, all this doesn't matter to you. All I wanted was to show you that there is no use relying on patriotism.
"Other girls have silver-backed hair-brushes!" wailed Rose one night, regarding her old one with a scornful glance. "Yes, and chairs that don't tip one over," I added, as I managed to save myself from a fall. "Isn't it horrid to be poor, Meta?" said Rose. "It's no joke." I was very grim because I had bruised my hand on the rickety chair, and tomorrow was music-lesson day, as I remembered.
His hair was tousled and his beard stuck out at a grotesque angle. He was clad in pink pyjamas, and in his hand he carried a silver-backed mirror. My attitude did not seem to cause him any surprise. The door slammed behind him, with a noise of thunder, and he rushed across the room to where I knelt, and stooping, examined my finger nails at which I was staring. "Good!" he shouted. "Good!
To one side stood a massive brass bedstead full panoplied in coverlet and pillow-cases, and the mirror of the dressing-case reflected a formal row of silver-backed brushes and combs. "My bedroom," said Mrs. Bates. "How does it strike you?" "Why," stammered Jane, "It's all very fine, but " "Oh yes; I know what they say about it I've heard them a dozen times.
I asked, referring to an old silver-backed watch I had seen him wear. The Doctor looked up and smiled. "That's in the drawer. I don't wear it any more not since I got this one back." "What happened? Was it broken?" "No, stolen." "When?" "Oh, some time ago. Help yourself to a cigar and I'll tell you about it.
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