Without this signet
in his flesh, he could have attributed no more substance to them than to the empty confusion of imaginary scenes with which he had fed his spirit, until even that poor sustenance was exhausted.
The crescent moon, set like a silver signet
in the western sky, delayed a little the approach of night.
If I had been, I would have set my signet
on the biter.
And he waved a thin hand which ought really to have been covered with royal signet
rings made of rubies.
Besides the massive golden signet
ring, which marked his ecclesiastical dignity, his fingers, though contrary to the canon, were loaded with precious gems; his sandals were of the finest leather which was imported from Spain; his beard trimmed to as small dimensions as his order would possibly permit, and his shaven crown concealed by a scarlet cap richly embroidered.
His excellency, having mounted on the small of my right leg, advanced forwards up to my face, with about a dozen of his retinue; and producing his credentials under the signet
royal, which he applied close to my eyes, spoke about ten minutes without any signs of anger, but with a kind of determinate resolution, often pointing forwards, which, as I afterwards found, was towards the capital city, about half a mile distant; whither it was agreed by his majesty in council that I must be conveyed.
But these treasures were all produced by enchantment, for the maiden could make anything she wished appear by the help of King Solomon's signet
ring; only none of these things remained fixed; they passed away like the wind without leaving a trace behind.
Classic text is based on the first edition, published by John Murray, London, in 1818 -- the year following Miss Austen's death.
The whole code of her laws may be written on the thumbnail, or the signet
of a ring.
Likewise the King gave Sir William his signet
ring to show to the Sheriff, that he might raise all his armed men to aid the others in their chase of Robin.
The little old man with the half-closed eyes was there greedily gnawing a mutton bone, and the general who had served blamelessly for twenty-two years, flushed by a glass of vodka and the dinner; and the staff officer with the signet
ring, and Zherkov, uneasily glancing at them all, and Prince Andrew, pale, with compressed lips and feverishly glittering eyes.
Wingrave's face never changed; but his fingers gripped the arms of his chair so that a signet
ring he wore cut deep into his flesh.