Tegetmeier, I separated two combs
, and put between them a long, thick, square strip of wax: the bees instantly began to excavate minute circular pits in it; and as they deepened these little pits, they made them wider and wider until they were converted into shallow basins, appearing to the eye perfectly true or parts of a sphere, and of about the diameter of a cell.
Everything went rapidly in her hands, and before it was twelve o'clock all their things were arranged cleanly and tidily in her rooms, in such a way that the hotel rooms seemed like home: the beds were made, brushes, combs
, looking-glasses were put out, table napkins were spread.
I brought in a full load of first-class stuff, and the Guard told me to go and be foul-brooded!" She sat down in the cool draught across the combs
Instead of serried rows of bees sealing up every gap in the combs
and keeping the brood warm, he sees the skillful complex structures of the combs
, but no longer in their former state of purity.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs
, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window.
A BEE from Mount Hymettus, the queen of the hive, ascended to Olympus to present Jupiter some honey fresh from her combs
. Jupiter, delighted with the offering of honey, promised to give whatever she should ask.
The witch counselled her to go to the pond the first time there was a full moon, and to comb
her black hair with a golden comb
, and then to place the comb
on the bank.
But having some days previously seen from the top of the donjon Madame de Montbazon pass in her carriage, and still cherishing an affection for that beautiful woman, he did not wish to be to her what he wished to be to Mazarin, and in the hope of seeing her again, had asked for a leaden comb
, which was allowed him.
As if I couldn't, that have combed
it these seven years-- better than your mother, darling, better than your mother.
Then she drove on the geese, and sat down again in the meadow, and began to comb
out her hair as before; and Curdken ran up to her, and wanted to take hold of it; but she cried out quickly:
The luxurious tranquillity of the scene; the cool fragrance of flowers and perfumes in the atmosphere; the rapt attitude of Magdalen, absorbed over her reading; the monotonous regularity of movement in the maid's hand and arm, as she drew the comb
smoothly through and through her mistress's hair -- all conveyed the same soothing impression of drowsy, delicious quiet.
Carrying the lamp in one hand, the looking-glass in the other, and the brush (with the comb
stuck in it) between her teeth, Ariel the Second, otherwise Dexter's cousin, presented herself plainly before me for the first time.