The top of a wardrobe
is an excellent place for brown paper and cardboard boxes.
They informed me that Miss Rachel flatly refused to have her wardrobe
I flung the bottle at it, and it seemed to climb on to that wardrobe
You are such a genius for planning and working wonders, that I throw myself upon you and ask, 'How shall I make a spring wardrobe
out of nothing?' "
As she passed out of sight, the lady on the second floor (no other, it is needless to add, than the Countess herself) ran swiftly down the stairs, entered the bed-chamber by the principal door, and hid herself in the empty side compartment of the wardrobe
. The chambermaid returned, completed her work, locked the door of the dressing-room on the inner side, locked the principal entrance-door on leaving the room, and returned the key to Agnes in the drawing-room.
And he did not stop there; for in order to wipe out the memory of what they had undergone, he commanded that the tailor, the doctor, the purveyor and the merchant, should each be clothed in his presence with a robe from his own wardrobe
before they returned home.
I felt myself being pushed into a little room contiguous to the wardrobe
Aunt Pullet half-opened the shutter and then unlocked the wardrobe
, with a melancholy deliberateness which was quite in keeping with the funereal solemnity of the scene.
"Now I'm ready," said Amy, shutting the wardrobe
and taking a piece of paper out of her pocket.
A bed supported on massive pillars of mahogany, hung with curtains of deep red damask, stood out like a tabernacle in the centre; the two large windows, with their blinds always drawn down, were half shrouded in festoons and falls of similar drapery; the carpet was red; the table at the foot of the bed was covered with a crimson cloth; the walls were a soft fawn colour with a blush of pink in it; the wardrobe
, the toilet-table, the chairs were of darkly polished old mahogany.
She went to the wardrobe
and took down from the pegs two bright, delicate muslin dresses, which had been made for summer wear at Combe-Raven a year since, and which had been of too little value to be worth selling when she parted with her other possessions.
She lets this pass, perhaps without hearing it, for solicitude about her silk has hurried her to the wardrobe
where it hangs.