The young Rajah turned and looked his servitor
over--at least that was what the head gardener felt happened.
Monsieur Grimaud is absent from the chateau for the time being," said the servitor
, who, little used as he was to such inquiries, began to examine Planchet from head to foot.
But now to sketch the inmates; and here I claim for my tried servitor
and faithful valet Kory-Kory the precedence of a first description.
The skinny servitor
brought a narghili, and I got him to take it out again without wasting any time about it.
The old servitor
bore upon his countenance the impression of a grief already old, the outward token of a grim familiarity with woe.
Then he returned to his place upon his brainless servitor
Nearly all of the Baron's men were down, when one, an old servitor
, spurred to the side of Joan de Tany and Mary de Stutevill.
From the boat-deck, with a bowline under Kwaque's arms and a turn of the rope around a pin, Dag Daughtry had lowered his leprous servitor
into the waiting launch.
One remembers always that story of the shoes at Oxford; the rough, seamy-faced, raw-boned College Servitor
stalking about, in winter season, with his shoes worn out; how the charitable Gentleman Commoner secretly places a new pair at his door, and the raw-boned Servitor
, lifting them, looking at them near, with his dim eyes, with what thought,--pitches them out of window
We can't have the old dumb servitor
because there isn't room for two in the flat when one is lying down.
Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor
, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the air -- to a higher life than we fell asleep from; and thus the darkness bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, no less than the light.
You go to Bath, Bill," is all that that excellent servitor
gets by his advice; and being a man of his hands, and a stanch upholder of the School-house, can't help stopping to look on for a bit, and see Tom Brown, their pet craftsman, fight a round.