We can sell the leaden box; it must weigh at least two hundred pounds.

The white silk will make me a good lining for a dress; and the wool in the stuffing, will easily make us a mattress." But a tinge of superstition prevented Meiser from following his wife's advice; he preferred to rid himself of the Colonel by selling him.
The house of this worthy couple was the handsomest and most substantial on the street of Public Wells, in the aristocratic part of the city.
Strong railings, in iron open work, decorated all the windows magnificently, and the door was sheathed in iron, like a knight of the olden time.

A system of little mirrors, ingeniously arranged in the entrance, enabled a visitor to be seen before he had even knocked.

A single servant, a regular horse for work and camel for temperance, ministered under this roof blessed by the gods.
The old servant slept away from the house, both because he preferred to and because while he did so he could not be tempted to wring the venerable necks of his employers.

A few books on Commerce and Religion constituted the library of the two old people.