"I will send Nancy up to help you
unpack. Supper is at six o'clock," she finished, as she left the room and swept down-stairs.
He locked himself again in the turret-room, and laid the opened chest on a table, and in the darkness began to
unpack it, laying out the contents, which were mainly of metal and glass--great pieces in strange forms--on another table.
"No; don't
unpack till tomorrow, and let the carriage wait.
He brought in a portmanteau with him, which he doubted its being worth while to
unpack; he was so perfectly clear--like all the rest of them, the turnkey on the lock said--that he was going out again directly.
Winkle, rolled off the box once again, and proceeded to
unpack the hamper with more expedition than could have been expected from his previous inactivity.
To this Sancho made answer, "As to my goodness, senora, being as long and as great as your squire's beard, it matters very little to me; may I have my soul well bearded and moustached when it comes to quit this life, that's the point; about beards here below I care little or nothing; but without all these blandishments and prayers, I will beg my master (for I know he loves me, and, besides, he has need of me just now for a certain business) to help and aid your worship as far as he can;
unpack your woes and lay them before us, and leave us to deal with them, for we'll be all of one mind."
They plodded days upon days and without end over the soft,
unpacked snow.
Marianne's pianoforte was
unpacked and properly disposed of; and Elinor's drawings were affixed to the walls of their sitting room.
The officers' regimentals, resplendent with gold lace and embroidery as if purposely calculated to dazzle the islanders, looked as if just
unpacked from their Parisian cases.
Philip
unpacked his things and set out all his books.
He was a very quick and gay intelligence, with more sympathy for my love of our author's humor than for my love of his sentiment, and I can remember very well the twinkle of his little sharp black eyes, with their Tartar slant, and the twitching of his keenly pointed, sensitive nose, when we came to some passage of biting satire, or some phrase in which the bitter Jew had
unpacked all the insult of his soul.
At length, in a haughty tone, he said, `I hope, madam, your servants have packed up all your things; for the coach will be ready by six in the morning.' My patience was totally subdued by this provocation, and I answered, `No, sir, there is a letter still remains
unpacked;' and then throwing it on the table I fell to upbraiding him with the most bitter language I could invent.