"Paperweight" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... detected a faint smell of powder. In one corner stood a large writing-table with papers strewn carelessly upon it. Its appointments were markedly Chinese in character, from the singular, gold inkwell to the jade paperweight; markedly Chinese—and—FEMININE. A very handsome screen lay upon the floor in front of this table, and the rich carpet he noted to be disordered as if a struggle had taken place upon it. But, most singular circumstance ...
— The Yellow Claw • Sax Rohmer
... stay without your setting that paperweight on me. But here's the dairy. Don't let her come inside among those pans of fresh milk with that ...
— Selected Stories • Bret Harte
... I say?" said Blair, taking up the pen, and reaching for the paper. Derry's hand lay on it, a "paperweight" that did not move itself off at ...
— The Boy Patriot • Edward Sylvester Ellis
... polished steel is really outside the scope of this paper, but as it has an interesting bit of diplomatic history connected with it, it has been included in the catalogue. The object is a paperweight (fig. 17) designed by William Jennings Bryan when he was Secretary of State. The weight, in the form of a plowshare, was made from swords condemned by the War Department. Thirty of these weights were given by Secretary Bryan to the diplomats who in 1914 signed with him treaties ...
— Presentation Pieces in the Museum of History and Technology • Margaret Brown Klapthor
... Tom, playing lazily with a heavy paperweight he had bought at a curio shop at their last ...
— Bert Wilson in the Rockies • J. W. Duffield
... smile came on to his lips. He slowly sat down again in the same place in the corner of the sofa, and shut his eyes as though from weariness. The corner of the letter was still peeping from under the paperweight, but he didn't even ...
— The Possessed - or, The Devils • Fyodor Dostoyevsky
... us up, and ye ought to know that by this time," responded Scranton, with a momentary flash in his eyes. But the next moment his previous passionless deliberation returned, and leaning his arm on the desk of the man before him he picked up a paperweight carelessly and turned it over as he said slowly, "The fact is, Mr. Farendell, you've been making us, me and Duffy, tired. We've bin watchin' you and your doin's, lyin' low and sayin' nothin', till we concluded that it was about time ...
— Openings in the Old Trail • Bret Harte |
