resumed Grandfather," did not now stand in
tile midst of a gay circle of British officers.
Great ditches had to be dug and thousands of
tile laid.
The
tile factory that used to look so empty, melancholy, ill-kept, and useless, is now in full work, astir with life, and well stocked with everything required.
The gabled brick,
tile, and freestone houses had almost dried off for the season their integument of lichen, the streams in the meadows were low, and in the sloping High Street, from the West Gateway to the mediaeval cross, and from the mediaeval cross to the bridge, that leisurely dusting and sweeping was in progress which usually ushers in an old-fashioned market-day.
And the doors are arched with the peculiar arch we see in Moorish pictures; the floors are laid in varicolored diamond flags; in tesselated, many-colored porcelain squares wrought in the furnaces of Fez; in red
tiles and broad bricks that time cannot wear; there is no furniture in the rooms (of Jewish dwellings) save divans--what there is in Moorish ones no man may know; within their sacred walls no Christian dog can enter.
From time to time she heard the loud laughter, the noisy voice of Quasimodo in her ear; she half opened her eyes; then below her she confusedly beheld Paris checkered with its thousand roofs of slate and
tiles, like a red and blue mosaic, above her head the frightful and joyous face of Quasimodo.
To the student of old Roman walls, the middle layer will furnish a curious parallel to the thin course of
tiles always alternating with the stone in those wonderful relics of the antique, and which undoubtedly contribute so much to the great strength of the masonry.
James said the roof and floor had all fallen in, and that only the black walls were standing; the two poor horses that could not be got out were buried under the burnt rafters and
tiles.
In a sweeping passion she seized a glass vase from the table and flung it upon the
tiles of the hearth.
"When was the last time you washed these
tiles?" he asked, and he fixed on Daddy Jacques a most searching look.
As to the inside, all the walls, instead of wainscot, were lined with hardened and painted
tiles, like the little square
tiles we call galley-tiles in England, all made of the finest china, and the figures exceeding fine indeed, with extraordinary variety of colours, mixed with gold, many
tiles making but one figure, but joined so artificially, the mortar being made of the same earth, that it was very hard to see where the
tiles met.
Round the skirts of the valley (which is quite level, and paved throughout with flat
tiles), extends a continuous row of sixty little houses.