Drawers
[drɔrz]
Examples
- There stood the bougie quenched on the drawers; but where was the letter? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Besides, most of the boxes and drawers there were mouldering, and did not lock. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Pinner says she's always about your trinket-box and drawers, and everybody's drawers, and she's sure she's put your white ribbing into her box. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- She had not rummaged her drawers for a month past, and the impulse to perform that operation was now become resistless. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Miss Ophelia commenced opening a set of drawers. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- See, continued the Vicar, opening several small drawers, I fancy I have made an exhaustive study of the entomology of this district. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- She went and leaned on the chest of drawers over which the picture hung, and gazed and gazed at it. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Missis has spilt lots dat ar way, said Dinah, coming uneasily to the drawers. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- In this complete form, these address plates were filed in steel filing drawers like ordinary paper cards. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- This bureau consists of a double column of drawers, with a central small cupboard between them. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- But nothing sensational was discovered among the documents which filled his drawers. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Lizy's drawers is all open, and her things all lying every which way; and I believe she's just done clared out! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- I now commanded my own bed and my own toilet, with a locked work-box upon it, and locked drawers underneath. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- A brown chest of drawers stood in one corner, a narrow white-counterpaned bed in another, and a dressing-table on the left-hand side of the window. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- But I cast my eyes over things in the desks and drawers--there was nothing--nothing but deep subjects, you know--besides the will. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
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