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There were two pockets which we could not enter: these he called his fobs; they were two large slits cut into the top of his middle cover, but squeezed close by the pressure of his belly.
Here he shook the pocket with the five sixpences in it, and Totty showed her teeth and wrinkled her nose in great glee; but, divining that there was nothing more to be got by staying, she jumped off the shelf and ran away to jingle her pocket in the hearing of Nancy, while her mother called after her, "Oh for shame, you naughty gell
The contents of the boy's pockets naturally made a larger heap, and included marbles, a ball of string, an electric torch, a magnet, a small catapult, and, of course, a large pocketknife, almost to be described as a small tool box, a complex apparatus on which he seemed disposed to linger, pointing out that it included a pair of nippers, a tool for punching holes in wood, and, above all, an instrument for taking stones out of a horse's hoof.
It is a little difficult to know what to do with your bands, even in your pockets, when there is nothing else there.
The prince actually felt glad that he had been interrupted,--and might return the letters to his pocket.
Ends resented this, was patent; and Martin saw the twitch of his arm as if to protect his trousers pocket.
he inquired, putting his hands in his coat pockets.
He straightened up, and, while he reached for matches in the pocket of his overalls, his eyes travelled across the pool to the side-hill.
Already his robust form, with an Embassy's secret-service money (inherited from Mr Verloc) in his pockets, was marching in the gutter as if in training for the task of an inevitable future.
Such a man is worse than a lunatic; prompted by his vicious, corrupted head, he no more knows what he is doing than this wretch of mine knew when I picked his pocket of his watch and his purse of gold.
Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket, my dear?
And Katerina Ivanovna turned--or rather snatched--both pockets inside out.
Sarah Pocket," returned Cousin Raymond, "if a man is not his own neighbour, who is?
You put twenty-thousand francs in my pocket and I knew nothing either
LITTLE Benjamin said that the first thing to be done was to get back Peter's clothes, in order that they might be able to use the pocket handkerchief.