Yes, my friend, it is too true -- your eyes is look- in' at this very moment on the pore
disappeared Dauphin, Looy the Seventeen, son of Looy the Six- teen and Marry Antonette.
At first Kory-Kory goes to work quite leisurely, but gradually quickens his pace, and waxing warm in the employment, drives the stick furiously along the smoking channel, plying his hands to and fro with amazing rapidity, the perspiration starting from every pore
Perspiration burst from every pore
, and stood in cold big beads upon my forehead.
And while Harvey was taking in knowledge of new things at each pore
and hard health with every gulp of the good air, the "We're Here" went her ways and did her business on the Bank, and the silvery-grey kenches of well-pressed fish mounted higher and higher in the hold.
When she could let her attention take its natural course again, she found the Miss Musgroves just fetching the Navy List(their own navy list, the first that had ever been at Uppercross), and sitting down together to pore
over it, with the professed view of finding out the ships that Captain Wentworth had commanded.
Even when I had ceased to fall I could not believe the miracle that had preserved me from instant death, and for a moment I hung there, cold sweat exuding from every pore
of my body.
For the next five minutes I smoked at every pore
, like a frame house that is on fire on the inside.
all night, from every pore
, these fine auroras have been streaming.
He was heart-broken because he had no whisky, wanted to make coffee for me, racked his brain for something he could possibly do for me, and beamed and laughed, and in the exuberance of his delight sweated at every pore
Wal, fewd dan y' de-ooty bawmz a mather should, eed now bettern to spawl a pore
gel's flahrzn than ran awy atbaht pyin.
You are always at the Hospital, or seeing poor patients, or thinking about some doctor's quarrel; and then at home you always want to pore
over your microscope and phials.
At the thought cold sweat broke out upon me from every pore
, and as I crawled from the water onto one of the tiny islands I was trembling like a leaf--you cannot imagine the awful horror which even the simple thought of the repulsive Mahars of Pellucidar induces in the human mind, and to feel that you are in their power--that they are crawling, slimy, and abhorrent, to drag you down beneath the waters and devour you