The machine sitting at that desk
was no longer a man; it was a busy New York broker, moved by buzzing wheels and uncoiling springs.
The word `limes' was like fire to powder, his yellow face flushed, and he rapped on his desk
with an energy which made Jenny skip to her seat with unusual rapidity.
What struck me as most remarkable about this assemblage and the hall in which they were congregated was the fact that the creatures were entirely out of proportion to the desks
, chairs, and other furnishings; these being of a size adapted to human beings such as I, whereas the great bulks of the Martians could scarcely have squeezed into the chairs, nor was there room beneath the desks
for their long legs.
If the Bow Street runners had come into the plantation just as I had completed the rifling of the desk
I think I should have let them take me without making the slightest effort at escape.
Obedient to this summons there ranged themselves in front of the schoolmaster's desk
, half-a-dozen scarecrows, out at knees and elbows, one of whom placed a torn and filthy book beneath his learned eye.
My old one is sufficiently absorbing just at present," the other replied laying his calculations on the General's desk
said Stryver, with a plump of his fist on the desk
Steighton, a man of about thirty-five, with a face at once sly and heavy, hastened to execute this order; he laid the letters on the desk
, and I was soon seated at it, and engaged in rendering the English answers into German.
On the evening when he made the discovery the minister sat at the desk
in the dusty room from nine until after eleven and when her light was put out stumbled out of the church to spend two more hours walking and praying in the streets.
While he was gone Arthur never raised his head from the desk
, but remained in that one position.
The fact is, that I myself have missed several small sums from the desk
, of late, and have refrained from mentioning it, hoping that accident would discover the offender; but it has not done so--it has not done so.
Here I sit at the desk
again, watching his eye - humbly watching his eye, as he rules a ciphering-book for another victim whose hands have just been flattened by that identical ruler, and who is trying to wipe the sting out with a pocket-handkerchief.