"Tobacco pouch" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... "He's gone—or they've gone." He exhibited to her gaze two objects—a checked pocket-handkerchief and a tobacco pouch. "Number one found on the edge of the grave—Number two on the floor of the dais, just behind the canopy. If the same man had drawn them both out of the same pocket at the same time—wanting to blow the ...
— The Secret of the Tower • Hope, Anthony
... Buddhas, fans, woodcuts, porcelains, kakemono (hanging pictures), makimono (illustrated scrolls), inro (lacquer medicine boxes for the pocket), netsuke (ivory or bone buttons, through which the cords of the tobacco pouch are slung), tsuba (sword hilts of iron ornamented with delightful landscapes of gold and silver inlay). The Ginza at night-time is a paradise for ...
— Kimono • John Paris
... his pipe from my tobacco pouch, "being accustomed to a breakfast, not a gorge, is abnormal but ...
— Kent Knowles: Quahaug • Joseph C. Lincoln
... the checkerboard. She brought besides for the Cure a little glass of imported eau de vie, and her husband, taking out his bladder tobacco pouch, commenced to fill his pipe, and that of his Reverence, and to smoke himself into a condition ...
— The False Chevalier - or, The Lifeguard of Marie Antoinette • William Douw Lighthall
... connoisseurs. Quite recently I attended a sale of netsukes in London at which the bidding was both fast and furious, while the prices realised were enormous. The netsuke, strictly speaking, was the toggle attached by a cord to the tobacco pouch, inro, or pipe of the Japanese man, with the object of preventing the article slipping through the girdle or sash, but the word has been more loosely employed by foreigners until, in popular parlance, it has come to embrace all small carvings. Netsukes were nearly always representations ...
— The Empire of the East • H. B. Montgomery
... tall cool one wouldn't hurt him any on a day like this and ambled over, fumbling in his pockets for pipe, tobacco pouch, and other paraphernalia as he went. He pushed open the door, spotted a stool at the bar of the dimly-lit room, went over ...
— By Proxy • Gordon Randall Garrett |
