1 I put him in your window, I make pretty wreath, and hang him round your neck, so that you sleep well.
2 I make myself the wreath that you are to wear.
3 We then waited whilst Lucy made her toilet for the night, and when she was in bed he came and himself fixed the wreath of garlic round her neck.
4 Amongst other things, she clutched the wreath of flowers that Dr. Van Helsing insisted on my wearing round my neck, and tore it away from me.
5 From some chimney opposite a thin wreath of smoke was rising.
6 His children sold his house with the black wreath still on the door.
7 "The wreath wants setting straight," she answered, not hearing him.
8 It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new twenty-franc pieces of the Restoration, on whose effigy the little Prussian queue had replaced the laurel wreath.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX—THENARDIER AND HIS MANOEUVRES 9 I add, as the climax, that I have seen an Englishwoman dancing in a wreath of roses and blue spectacles.
Les Misérables 3 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 4: CHAPTER IV—THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFE MUSAIN 10 In the summer Rose-red took care of the house, and every morning laid a wreath of flowers by her mother's bed before she awoke, in which was a rose from each tree.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED 11 I let him enjoy the luxury unannoyed; and after sucking out his last wreath, and heaving a profound sigh, he got up, and departed as solemnly as he came.
12 A thick fog rolled down between the lines of dun-coloured houses, and the opposing windows loomed like dark, shapeless blurs through the heavy yellow wreaths.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHES 13 Rain squalls drifted across their russet face, and the heavy, slate-coloured clouds hung low over the landscape, trailing in gray wreaths down the sides of the fantastic hills.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 10. Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson 14 At the first coming of the dawn the horrid figures melted in the whirling mist and snow; the wreaths of transparent gloom moved away towards the castle, and were lost.
15 Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette.