It lifted the writing-case from her lap. It rested the writing-case on her shoulder.
I have seen nothing but the writing-case lifted from my lap."
She was pale and quiet as a meditative statue, clasping her hands on her lap
"Joseph, you calico beastie, don't you dare jump on my lap
. I won't go to a dance all over cat hairs.
He laid himself back in his chair, and puffed out his smoke, with eyes lazily half closed, like the eyes of the pug-dog on his lap. At that moment, indeed there was a curious resemblance between the two.
Look here!" He pushed his pug-dog off his lap, dived under the table, appeared again with an old boot and a bottle of blackening, and set to work with tigerish activity.
I asked, and she replied that I could put it wherever I liked for all she cared, so long as I took it out of her sight (the implication was that it had stolen on to her lap
while she was looking out at the window).
Whenever I had a mind to see the town, it was always in my travelling-closet; which Glumdalclitch held in her lap
in a kind of open sedan, after the fashion of the country, borne by four men, and attended by two others in the queen's livery.
One of them now noticed a gold ring still remaining on the little finger of the murdered girl, and as he could not draw it off easily, he took a hatchet and cut off the finger; but the finger sprang into the air, and fell behind the cask into the lap
of the girl who was hiding there.
One of the linen chests was open; the silver teapot was unwrapped from its many folds of paper, and the best china was laid out on the top of the closed linen-chest; spoons and skewers and ladles were spread in rows on the shelves; and the poor woman was shaking her head and weeping, with a bitter tension of the mouth, over the mark, "Elizabeth Dodson," on the corner of some tablecloths she held in her lap
So she dropped the lump into my lap
just at that moment, and I clapped my legs together on it and she went on talking.
Dickon had carried it over the moor in his arms and its feeding bottle was in his pocket with a squirrel, and when Mary had sat under a tree with its limp warmness huddled on her lap
she had felt as if she were too full of strange joy to speak.