During this time, my copy-book was the board fence, brick wall, and pavement; my pen and ink
was a lump of chalk.
He got up, held it close to my eyes: and I read, traced in Indian ink
, in my own handwriting, the words "JANE EYRE"--the work doubtless of some moment of abstraction.
I reached this book, and a pot of ink
from a shelf, and pushed the house-door ajar to give me light, and I have got the time on with writing for twenty minutes; but my companion is impatient, and proposes that we should appropriate the dairywoman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter.
She did not go out again that afternoon because when Martha returned with her pen and ink
and paper she was obliged to clear the table and carry the plates and dishes downstairs and when she got into the kitchen Mrs.
A little old-fashioned music-book appeared among the scattered papers, with her name written in it, in faded ink
Finding him so very friendly and companionable, it was then that I asked for the pen and ink
and paper, to write to Peggotty.
Dinner over, we produced a bundle of pens, a copious supply of ink
, and a goodly show of writing and blotting paper.
So, after dinner the following evening, I suggested that we should for once take a little walk up along the river-side; and when we were quiet in the moonlight, dappling the lovers' path we were treading, and making sharp contrasts of ink
and silver down in the river-bed,--I spoke.
There were several additions of a later date, but above all, three crosses of red ink
--two on the north part of the island, one in the southwest--and beside this last, in the same red ink
, and in a small, neat hand, very different from the captain's tottery characters, these words: "Bulk of treasure here.
Poligny was written in black ink
and exactly similar to that in our possession, except that, at the end, it contained a paragraph in red ink
and in a queer, labored handwriting, as though it had been produced by dipping the heads of matches into the ink
, the writing of a child that has never got beyond the down-strokes and has not learned to join its letters.
Yes; I am a supercargo; pen, ink
, and paper are my tools, and without my tools I am fit for nothing.
Raoul had been there about ten minutes, during five of which he was lost in reverie, when there appeared within the circle comprised in his rolling gaze a man with a rubicund face, who, with a napkin around his body, another under his arm, and a white cap upon his head, approached him, holding paper, pen and ink