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Updated: June 25, 2025
On the stairs, descending with solemn step and slow, was Bub, with the minister's old hat on, which he kept above his eyes by one chubby hand, and the minister's steel-bowed glasses resting on his nose, and the good man's dressing-gown trailing magnificently behind.
I don't know's that chest has been opened these ten years, I declare it carries me back to look at those poor little traps of his. Well, it's the way of the world; we think we're somebody, and we have our day, but it isn't long afore we're forgotten." The captain reached over for the paper, and taking out a clumsy pair of steel-bowed spectacles, read it through carefully.
She is going home to-morrow, and I'm awfully sorry." Marm Plunkett paid no attention to the end of this speech. She was bending eagerly forward, looking at Cricket through her big steel-bowed glasses. "Have I seen Miss Cricket! Have I seen her!" came slowly from the old woman's lips, as she clasped her hands over her staff, still gazing at her as if she were a rare, wild animal.
My debut at school was like an entrance into the ancient halls of torture. The austere schoolmaster, with his dread insignia of birchen rod, steel-bowed spectacles, and swallow-tailed coat, was bad enough; the grinning, mischief-loving, and at times, belligerent, boys were worse. But the girls! Heavens! I feared them more than any suspected criminal of old did the Terrible Council of Ten!
Try as she would to curb her tongue, under such circumstances, she occasionally would burst out: "I do wish, Willie Spence, you'd quit your dreamin' an' come to dinner." For answer Willie would rise hastily and stand arrested, a bit of string in one hand and the hammer in the other, and peering reproachfully over the top of his steel-bowed spectacles would reply: "Law, Tiny!
Over all, the warm sun spread a mantle. In the distance this bright mantle softened the rigid lines of the old-fashioned houses, and of the ledges and buttresses of the hills themselves. Old Mrs. Scattergood stood up, too, looking through her steel-bowed glasses. "I declare for't!" she said, "that's Poketown itself! That's the spire of the Union Church you see. We'll git there in an hour."
Stein peered at him over a pair of old-fashioned, steel-bowed spectacles which perched on his sharp parrot’s beak of a nose. "No. My cousin just rode in; he lost his gear on the road and needs a new outfit complete." Stein nodded, patted smooth the top shirt on a growing pile. "Anything else?" "Add those up. I’ll look around."
Many and many a time I have seen Charles Baxter at work in his carpentry-shop just working, or talking in his quiet voice, or looking around occasionally through his steel-bowed spectacles, and I have had the feeling that I should like to go over and sit on the bench near him. He literally talks me over! I even want to touch him!
"You're working for me," Dorothy reminded her sharply, "and not for my uncle." There was a long silence, during which Mrs. Smithers peered curiously at her young mistress over her steel-bowed spectacles. "I'm not so sure as you," she said.
I've noticed that the villain always triumphs." "But only for a little while, Mother. Surely you must have seen that?" She settled her steel-bowed spectacles firmly on the wart and gazed at him. "I believe you're right," she said, after a few moments of reflection. "I can't recall no story now where the villain was not foiled at last.
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