Beads
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Unserious Contents or Definition
To dream of beads, foretells attention from those in elevated position will be shown you. To count beads, portends immaculate joy and contentment. To string them, you will obtain the favor of the rich. To scatter them, signifies loss of caste among your acquaintances.
Checked by Archie
Examples
- The heart's blood must gem with red beads the brow of the combatant, before the wreath of victory rustles over it. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- There were light boxes on shelves in the counting-house, and strings of mock beads hanging up. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Far down the lake were fantastic pale strings of colour, like beads of wan fire, green and red and yellow. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I saw ripe bilberries gleaming here and there, like jet beads in the heath: I gathered a handful and ate them with the bread. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- In seeking these articles, I encountered the beads of a pearl necklace Mr. Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Another little book or two were lying near, and a common basket of common fruit, and another basket full of strings of beads and tinsel scraps. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- The King hears the reverend man, with a companion of his solitude, telling his beads within, and meekly requests of him quarters for the night. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- The beads are also added. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- The box contained a necklace of large green glass-beads, set in yellow metal. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Child's eldest sister bought a necklace--common necklace, made of large black wooden beads. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- There is a purse in that little satin bag; I see the tassel of silver beads hanging out. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Hermione herself wore a dress of prune-coloured silk, with coral beads and coral coloured stockings. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- His face was ashy pale, beads of perspiration shone upon his brow, and his hands shook until the hunting-crop wagged like a branch in the wind. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- His face turned of an awful whiteness all over, and great beads of perspiration broke out on his bald forehead. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- We see staid families, with prayer-book and beads, enter the gondola dressed in their Sunday best, and float away to church. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
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