1 His hair was jet black, and his black mustache was small and closely clipped, almost foreign looking compared with the dashing, swooping mustaches of the cavalrymen near by.
2 They were always black and tightly fitting, with an expensive glitter: she was the kind of woman who wore jet at breakfast.
3 She felt that the moment was tremendous, and remembered suddenly that Mrs. Peniston's black brocade, with the cut jet fringe, would have been hers at the end of the season.
4 But the frock had an original back, very low, with a central triangular section from the waist to a string of jet beads at the neck.
5 Fedallah first descried this jet.
6 But though the ship so swiftly sped, and though from every eye, like arrows, the eager glances shot, yet the silvery jet was no more seen that night.
7 But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried.
8 And still, at wide intervals in the silvery night, the lonely, alluring jet would be seen.
9 But lazily undulating in the trough of the sea, and ever and anon tranquilly spouting his vapoury jet, the whale looked like a portly burgher smoking his pipe of a warm afternoon.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 61. Stubb Kills a Whale. 10 The whale was now going head out, and sending his spout before him in a continual tormented jet; while his one poor fin beat his side in an agony of fright.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 81. The Pequod Meets The Virgin. 11 For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapoury shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it.
12 Another thing; I have heard it said, and I do not much doubt it, that if the jet is fairly spouted into your eyes, it will blind you.
13 It is well known that the elephant will often draw up water or dust in his trunk, and then elevating it, jet it forth in a stream.
14 But though the green palmy cliffs of the land soon loomed on the starboard bow, and with delighted nostrils the fresh cinnamon was snuffed in the air, yet not a single jet was descried.
15 Nothing seemed before me but a jet gloom, now and then made ghastly by flashes of redness.