Word: thinly
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...Knowing that to obtain a copy of the paper is not practicable, the ingenious young man, whose conscience and knowledge are both at a low ebb, prepares himself for the battle. That is, he makes his "cribs." An old-fashioned "crib" is made by taking a strip of tough, thin paper, five or six inches in length and one in width, fastening at each end a match, writing the slip full of memoranda likely to prove useful, rolling up each end until the two cylinders meet, and then by a light elastic fastening them together. This crib is held...
...Lord, nothing is hid from thin eye. Thou nasty look down through its comely Mansard roof, and through its thick walls of brick and mortar. Thou knowest its hideous incompleteness within. There is no floor upon which to walk through its lovely corridors or its magnificent halls, no winding stairs by which to ascend its heights, no plaster to hide its grinning walls, no seats, no bell, no furnace, no musical instrument, no library...
...haven't got nuthin' agin the gintlemin at the college and I don't mind, tillin' yer a few things. The gintlemin's always pretty good to us ; we gits poor pay and if now and thin we takes a few things, yer know, of no rale value, why who kin blame the loike o' poor us? We've got ter live somehow, yer knows...
...leavin' the dust on things, sor, a purpose. Yer see, sor, I onct heard that a good painter always made his pictures look kind 'o dusty loike. That, sor, 's why I have the dust in some 'o my rooms, becus it makes 'em look loike rale nice paintings. Thin, too, sor, it makes 'em look more antique loike. Let me till yer, sor, a trick o' the trade that we all has. Yer see, if we lite things git covered up with dust, they disappears so gradual loike that they arn't noticed when they gits all buried. Thin...
...Thin, sor, there's nobody what can make beds the loike 'o me. I well remembers the time whin me little boy tommy was down with the fever, he's dead now, sor, and it's a poor woman that I am, sor, -whin I found in one 'o the beds sich a nice soft blanket, sor, that I knowed it wud make him well, sor; so I jest borrowed it fer a day or two, sor, and it cured him completely. I've always felt so grateful loike ter that blanket that I've niver been able ter part...