So Scraps accompanied him along the street to a house that seemed on the outside exceptionally
grimy and dingy.
We went all the way in day-coaches, becoming more sticky and
grimy with each stage of the journey.
He had removed his tin cup and was engaged in stirring its
grimy contents with a small stick.
Then all is blank; and afterward the rains beat against the
grimy window-panes, or the snows fall upon my scant attire, the wheels rattle in the squalid streets where my life lies in poverty and mean employment.
To Clapham Junction the face of London was
grimy with powder of the Black Smoke, in spite of two days of thunderstorms and rain, and at Clapham Junc- tion the line had been wrecked again; there were hundreds of out-of-work clerks and shopmen working side by side with the customary navvies, and we were jolted over a hasty relaying.
Their spars dwarfed with their loftiness the corrugated-iron sheds, their jibbooms extended far over the shore, their white-and-gold figure-heads, almost dazzling in their purity, overhung the straight, long quay above the mud and dirt of the wharfside, with the busy figures of groups and single men moving to and fro, restless and
grimy under their soaring immobility.
By the end of the month Paul was fighting in the last ditch, wandering disconsolately among those who dwell in outer darkness and have
grimy thumbs.
When his host followed him out on the staircase with a candle, to light him down the stairs, the day was coldly looking in through its
grimy windows.
It came from a very bright place; and the little one, rising on its legs, toddled through the snow, the old
grimy shawl in which it was wrapped trailing behind it, and the queer little bonnet dangling at its back--toddled on to the open door of Silas Marner's cottage, and right up to the warm hearth, where there was a bright fire of logs and sticks, which had thoroughly warmed the old sack (Silas's greatcoat) spread out on the bricks to dry.
He was
grimy and dripping like a laborer in a foundry.
A curious fetichistic fear of this
grimy volume on the part of her mother prevented her ever allowing it to stay in the house all night, and hither it was brought back whenever it had been consulted.
Grimy sailors came down out of the foretop placidly announcing themselves as "a handful of private citizens of America, traveling simply for recreation and unostentatiously," etc.; the coal passers moved to their duties in the profound depths of the ship, explaining the blackness of their faces and their uncouthness of dress, with the reminder that they were "a handful of private citizens, traveling simply for recreation," etc., and when the cry rang through the vessel at midnight: "EIGHT BELLS!--LARBOARD WATCH, TURN OUT!" the larboard watch came gaping and stretching out of their den, with the everlasting formula: "Aye-aye, sir!