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Updated: June 22, 2025
The fact that radio-active emanations traverse all forms of matter to greater or less depth that is, pass through wood and iron with something the same ease that light passes through a window-glass makes the subject one of greatest interest; and particularly so as the demonstration of this fact is so tangible.
Armand and Chauvelin rode in this carriage with her; all day she sat looking out on the endless monotony of the road, on the drops of rain that pattered against the window-glass, and ran down from it like a perpetual stream of tears.
Even here the paper was peeling off the walls, some of the window-glass was broken and the carpet was torn. His father lay on his back in an old high four-poster. His eyes stared before him, cheeks were ashen white his hands too were white like ivory. His lips moved but he made no sound. He did not see Peter, nor did his eyes turn from the blank stare that held them. "Has he a doctor?"
Once convinced of this, he dropped down, stealthily, and lay full length on the balcony flooring, with his ear close against the casement woodwork, listening. Reasonably satisfied, he rose to his knees, and took from his vest pocket a small diamond ring. Holding this firmly between his thumb and forefinger, he described a semi-circle on the heavy window-glass. He listened again, intently.
Richardson answered, tremulously, and with startling tears. "Was he badly hurt?" inquired the lady, languidly. "Well, he has a couple of protuberances upon his head, three serious bruises on one leg, and a deep cut on the other from broken window-glass. Our young hero and he is a hero, Mrs.
Charles began to wish she would wear a pretty gown and collar and a white apron at supper time instead of the dreadful faded ginghams. Everything had a faded look with her, she washed her clothes so often, swept her carpets, and scrubbed her oil-cloths so much. The only thing she couldn't fade was the window-glass. Charles and his father had grown quite confidential.
There was breakfast almost before it was light, and everybody got up to see them off. It was a most depressing morning. March had gone out like an idiotic lamb, and April came in in sapping rain and enervating mist. Ceaselessly the rain beat against the window-glass, and the wind had a desolate echo that sounded far more like winter than spring.
T. P. C. on his pinafores no objection to that, I should say? Tom cleared his throat, and smiled. 'SHE would like you, Tom, I know, said Martin. 'Aye! cried Tom Pinch, faintly. 'I can tell exactly what she would think of you, said Martin leaning his chin upon his hand, and looking through the window-glass as if he read there what he said; 'I know her so well.
"No. But even if he took one he'd probably forget and stop off here. So we can't count on that. What's done has got to be done in four days. What has got to be done, Marilla?" "Everything. We must start this minute, Leah Bloodgood! The house must be aired and painted and papered, and window-glass set there's no end! And all in four days!
Take a smooth pane of common window-glass, any size you choose, clean it well, then varnish one side of it with chemical varnish No. 1, lay it away where it will be perfectly free from dust, and let it dry twenty-four hours; next varnish the same side of the glass again, and let it dry about one half hour, or until the varnish becomes stickey.
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