I'm so sorry, but the tongs
were too hot, and so I've made a mess," groaned poor Jo, regarding the little black pancakes with tears of regret.
If love is a devastating fire which melts the whole being into one mountain torrent, Mary was no more in love with Denham than she was in love with her poker or her tongs
I rattle the tongs
, but even this does not satisfy them, so back into the desk go my papers, and now what you hear is not the scrape of a pen but the rinsing of pots and pans, or I am making beds, and making them thoroughly, because after I am gone my mother will come (I know her) and look suspiciously beneath the coverlet.
In charge of it was the lean, grizzled, leatherskinned Sir Jules de Vac, and it was he whom Henry commanded to face him in mimic combat with the foils, for the King wished to go with hammer and tongs
at someone to vent his suppressed rage.
This was a fine adjustment, for by working hammer-and- tongs
through a twelve-hour day, after freight had been deducted from the selling price of the wood in Los Angeles, the wood-chopper received one dollar and sixty cents.
The girl sauntered in her cool way to the fire-place, and, taking up the tongs
, returned with them to the book-case.
Then turning to the fire James seized the tongs
, "and under his feet he mightily brast up a blank of the chamber,"* and leaping down into the vault beneath he let the plank fall again into its place.
followed with the tongs
, and shattered them on his neck.
which was a strange compound of various shuffling, sliding, rumbling, and struggling sounds, all muffled by the chimney) still continuing, Frank Cheeryble caught up a candle, and Tim Linkinwater the tongs
, and they would have very quickly ascertained the cause of this disturbance if Mrs Nickleby had not been taken very faint, and declined being left behind, on any account.
People will there discuss with humility vital questions that we here think ourselves too good to touch with tongs
Joseph still continued a huge clattering at the poker and tongs
, puffing and blowing the while, and turning as red as his yellow face would allow him.
His companion, Chan Chi, had been a hatchet-man of note, in the old fighting days of the San Franciseo tongs