I went in out of curiosity, you know, and there is a small chiffonier and a dressing table.
(At the mention of the chiffonier and dressing table Berg involuntarily changed his tone to one of pleasure at his admirable domestic arrangements.) "And it's such a beauty!
Little, narrow streets; dirty children blockading them; greasy, slovenly women capturing and spanking them; filthy dens on first floors, with rag stores in them (the heaviest business in the Faubourg is the chiffonier
's); other filthy dens where whole suits of second and third-hand clothing are sold at prices that would ruin any proprietor who did not steal his stock; still other filthy dens where they sold groceries--sold them by the half-pennyworth--five dollars would buy the man out, goodwill and all.
The box was found at last under a chiffonier
, and Miss Noble grasped it with delight, saying, "it was under a fender the last time."
There was a small oak table in the middle of the room; against the wall stood an exquisite chiffonier
, on which were resting some cut-glass decanters and goblets.
Micawber had a few books on a little chiffonier
, which he called the library; and those went first.
On my right hand and on my left, as I stood inside the door, were chiffoniers
and little stands in buhl and marquetterie, loaded with figures in Dresden china, with rare vases, ivory ornaments, and toys and curiosities that sparkled at all points with gold, silver, and precious stones.
For Italian furniture, a 'chiffonier
' (Lot 12), used to store bric-a-brac or clothing, is considered an item appealing to one of mixed taste.
The desk held a world globe; the rest of the room had a single bed, a small chiffonier
, and, on the wall, a mechanical drawing of a steam locomotive with all the parts labeled.
Sometimes they bribed her with sweeties or a comic, took the key from the chiffonier
, locked her in and escaped – until the night her father arrived home first and had to post the fish suppers through the letter box; her brother's and sister's were fed to the cat.
"I do not wish to be a literary or intellectual chiffonier
. Away with this Jew's rag-bag of ends and tuffs of brocade, velvet, and cloth-of-gold; let me spin some yards or miles of helpful twine, a clew to lead to one kingly truth" (Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Heart of Emersons Journals, ed.