Magdalen drew back a little, and mechanically dusted the parasol
with the end of her garden cloak.
ejaculated Miss Miller, lowering her parasol
and looking at the embroidered border.
She set down the bird-cage and poked the boy with her parasol
He looked steadily at her for a moment, but her parasol
had dropped a little upon his side and he could not see her face.
There was a tone of sarcasm in that allusion to the parasol
, which might develop into a tone of jealousy at a moment's notice.
The old lord, evidently much flattered by this suspicion, bestowed a grotesque leer upon Kate as he passed; and, receiving another tap with the parasol
for his wickedness, tottered downstairs to the door, where his sprightly body was hoisted into the carriage by two stout footmen.
She made a sign with her head that she did, but without showing any surprise at the question and without ceasing to swing her parasol
Here is my lord's carriage"--and seizing Becky's arm, he rushed down an alley of the garden as Lord Steyne's barouche, blazing with heraldic devices, came whirling along the avenue, borne by the almost priceless horses, and bearing Madame de Belladonna lolling on the cushions, dark, sulky, and blooming, a King Charles in her lap, a white parasol
swaying over her head, and old Steyne stretched at her side with a livid face and ghastly eyes.
Nothing could have been less in the spirit of my advice than the thoughtful way in which he set about to make his parasol
stay propped against the edge of the table.
Mr and Mrs Lammle have walked for some time on the Shanklin sands, and one may see by their footprints that they have not walked arm in arm, and that they have not walked in a straight track, and that they have walked in a moody humour; for, the lady has prodded little spirting holes in the damp sand before her with her parasol
, and the gentleman has trailed his stick after him.
We had a little tea-party here, last night--five-and-forty women, my dear sir--and gave every one of 'em a green parasol
when she went away.
And last of the goodly procession came Miss Monflathers, bearing herself a parasol
of lilac silk, and supported by two smiling teachers, each mortally envious of the other, and devoted unto Miss Monflathers.