...ashed that in the river too. It was money. He chinked it once, and he blew upon it once, and he spat upon it once,— ’for luck,’ he hoarsely said —befo... ... that you slept in, the tide washed ashore. The very rockers that I put it upon to make a cradle of it, I cut out of a piece of wood that drifted from... ...e would have come home in matting from the Pantechnicon, without a scratch upon him, French polished to the crown of his head. For, in the Veneering e... ...ontrast with their wretched boat, as to threaten to crush it. Not a ship’s hull, with its rusty iron links of cable run out of hawse-holes long discol... ...knitted and sold, and gone on. In the pleasant towns of Chertsey, W alton, Kingston, and Staines, her figure came to be quite well known for some shor...