When the dust settles, he can probably get on staff at Keene State.
"This." she said, slinging the ring in the dust at his feet.
Mavra Kuzminichna flicked the dust off the clavichord and closed it, and with a deep sigh left the drawing room and locked its main door.
It was a pleasant escape from the dust and noise of the building going on above them.
The carpenters tried to keep the dust level down, but it was impossible to avoid all of it.
Carrying a chair from the kitchen, she stretched to dust the top shelf of one of the bookcases beside the fireplace.
The dust storm might work in their favor, but it would only increase their discomfort.
The storm kicked up dust behind them, but they managed to beat it to the corral.
Then, a wave to the dust of the retreating vehicle.
Her presence reduced Cynthia's domestic chores and eliminated the need for Dean and Fred to pick up more than the occasional dust rag.
Faster and faster, vying with one another, they moved at the double or at a trot, vanishing amid the clouds of dust they raised and making the air ring with a deafening roar of mingling shouts.
That evening, she climbed from her wagon and beat the dust from her clothes with her hat.
First it was enough for a hand, but nothing but dust was within reach.
You don't have a spot of dust anywhere in your house or car and your name's Dusty.
Old news, Dust-man.
"You happy, Dust-man?" he asked.
"Dust-man, we've got a Quarterly to prep for," Damian said.
Maria was already on the stairs, dust rag and mop in hand.
Two small green gems—holding the dust of human souls—glittered in the torchlight of the dead-dead Immortal.s chamber.
The door pulled him in, and he sat in the doorway, coughing at the ore dust cloud and staring.
He watched explosions wrack his planet until they rose high enough that the toxic dust storm he'd started marred the surface of the planet from view.
I dust and sweep but a stern lady looks after the madam whose care is beyond my responsibilities.
The same day she had learned, at different times, the words: hOUSE, WEED, DUST, SWING, MOLASSES, FAST, SLOW, MAPLE-SUGAR and COUNTER, and she had not forgotten one of these last.
At present our houses are cluttered and defiled with it, and a good housewife would sweep out the greater part into the dust hole, and not leave her morning's work undone.
The dust always hung motionless above the buzz of talk that came from the resting troops.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
In every mirror, dust obliterated her past.
Each day they changed positions in line so that no one ate the dust from all the wagons every day.
All that churning of sand and dust disguised their trail to some degree, but nothing could hide the trail of five heavy wagons.
Bordeaux studied the dust through a pair of field glasses.
Dampening her scarf, she closed her eyes and wiped most of the dust from her face.
Get ready to grab your dust mop, Harriet.
The flakes were not large, but unlike most gentle Ouray snow storms, they didn't drift to the ground like tiny dust motes.
The tarantula cat was sucking up dirt and dust from the kitchen corners.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.
Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road.
The sun, just bursting forth from behind a cloud that had concealed it, was shining, with rays still half broken by the clouds, over the roofs of the street opposite, on the dew- besprinkled dust of the road, on the walls of the houses, on the windows, the fence, and on Pierre's horses standing before the hut.
It needs no critical exertion to reduce utterly to dust any deductions drawn from history.
The gory, dust-stained, half-shaven head with its long neck trailed twisting along the ground.
Another beekeeper who has studied the life of the hive more closely says that the bee gathers pollen dust to feed the young bees and rear a queen, and that it exists to perpetuate its race.
I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.