"Bones" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the compass, along with some bags of sand. We must have been at a height of four thousand metres. Some icicles were attached to the sides of the car, and a sort of fine snow penetrated to my bones. Meanwhile a terrific storm was bursting beneath our feet. We ...
— A Voyage in a Balloon (1852) • Jules Verne
... bones, the present lot of the proprietors of 'The Katipo' would be a sorry one. From certain quarters invectives of the most virulent type have been hurled upon them in connection with the title now bestowed upon the publication—the main objections expressed cover contentions that the journal's ...
— A Dictionary of Austral English • Edward Morris
... owe horse bills, you ought to ride other chaps' nags. You know no more about betting than I do about Algebra: the chaps will win your money as sure as you sport it. Hang me if you are not trying everything. I saw you sit down to ecarte last week at Trumpington's, and taking your turn with the bones after Ringwood's supper. They'll beat you at it, Pen, my boy, even if they play on the square, which. I don't say they don't, nor which I don't say they do, mind. But I won't play with 'em. You're no match for 'em. You ain't up to their weight. It's like little Black Strap standing up to Tom ...
— The History of Pendennis • William Makepeace Thackeray
... death, and he wouldn't say one forgiving word to me, and I murdered him, and I broke his heart, and I made him ashamed of his own father." You think of me, Polly, sittin' at home and thinkin' like that. Maybe for years and years. We're a long-lived lot, we Jervases, and I should make old bones in the course of nature, but I couldn't bear it, Polly, I couldn't bear it. I should have to put an end to it, and if you go away without a word, it won't be long before ...
— VC -- A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea • David Christie Murray
... slept upon—completed the provisions which had been made for his entertainment and comfort. Casting a dismal look upon his uninviting quarters, but being thoroughly tired, the detective threw himself upon the couch, which rattled and creaked under him like old bones, and in a few ...
— The Burglar's Fate And The Detectives • Allan Pinkerton
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