As a matter of fact, nothing is ever cast
in that sense on board ship but the lead, of which a cast
is taken to search the depth of water on which she floats.
Pip, except one - and she wasn't of this slender ladylike sort, and you wouldn't have caught her looking after this urn - unless there was something to drink in it." Wemmick's attention being thus directed to his brooch, he put down the cast
, and polished the brooch with his pocket-handkerchief.
He scarce had ceas't when the superiour Fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, Behind him cast
; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the Moon, whose Orb Through Optic Glass the TUSCAN Artist views At Ev'ning from the top of FESOLE, Or in VALDARNO, to descry new Lands, Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe.
Now for my own chance." He cast
the dice in his turn.
To those of the white race who look to the incoming of those of foreign birth and strange tongue and habits of the prosperity of the South, were I permitted I would repeat what I say to my own race: "Cast
down your bucket where you are." Cast
it down among the eight millions of Negroes whose habits you know, whose fidelity and love you have tested in days when to have proved treacherous meant the ruin of your firesides.
The Bayonnaise cast
her anchor before Vanikoro some months after the departure of the Astrolabe, but found no new document; but stated that the savages had respected the monument to La Perouse.
Quasimodo was barely conscious of a soul cast
in his own image, moving blindly within him.
This William of ours is a stout man, too, and never have I seen him cast
in the ring before, albeit he hath not yet striven with such great wrestlers as Thomas of Cornwall, Diccon of York, and young David of Doncaster.
Thus, once on a time, did I also cast
my fancy beyond man, like all backworldsmen.
The stairs likewise to the upper rooms, let them be upon a fair open newel, and finely railed in, with images of wood, cast
into a brass color; and a very fair landing-place at the top.
The doctor cast
a rapid glance upwards and silently shrugged his shoulders.
As it is evident that my people have advised me wrongly, I will not cast
you three people into the dreadful Garden of the Clinging Vines; but your animals must be driven into the Black Pit in the mountain, for my subjects cannot bear to have them around."