clothespress

A ball, however, struck the clothespress, the sides of which gave forth a hollow sound.

Swiftly he went through the drawers of the clothespress.

Burke scowled at the candle, its flame shimmering over the mahogany clothespress.

But she tarried as Niall stripped off his clothing and folded it away in the clothespress.

A row of pegs ran down both walls of the room, and a narrow clothespress stood beside the door.

Paks felt strange, rummaging around in someone else's clothespress, carrying away a stranger's empty garments.

The contents of the clothespress quite dazzled them, but of course women in mourning had no use for such finery.

As she left in the dawn, he gave her a comb box and a clothespress he had had made for Ukifune.

Merely to the clothespress, where he drew off his waistcoat and shirt, exposing his heavily muscled chest.

Finally one of them opened the clothespress and started scanning in there, and when he was fin-ished, even started opening the drawers.

Then Arrhae shut the computer down, with a yawn not entirely feigned, went to the clothespress in the main room, and pulled out her carrybag.

Even the modern filing cabinet, concealed inside an antique Chinese version of a clothespress, revealed only dust and the beginnings of a cobweb.

Dominique had implored Francoise to withdraw, but she refused to leave him; she was seated behind a huge oaken clothespress, which protected her.

"Well, I told you we should have moved the clothespress when we first got there and weren't already tired," Shadowspawn said, and Throde chuckled.

In my nervousness I looked around and discovered a bolt on the clothespress which seemed to be of the same size, judging from the marks, as the one formerly on the door.

This was impossible; he'd had to plead and bully the aid of two other strong men to wrestle the big tall and very heavy clothespress up here and into his room, and even it was gone!

At the foot of the bunk was the locked chest where she kept the smaller objects she didn't want to carry with her on campaign, and under the bunk was the clothespress that held the rest of her wardrobe.

Inside, two heavily rusted swords and an equally brown breastplate with a hole eaten through it lay "atop a tangle of cloth-wrapped parcels and what seemed to be the refuse from somebody's old clothespress and a couple of kitchens.

Sean did nothing but stand, leaning slightly in favor of his good leg, between her and the guard, but only when she had pulled on the dress uniform she had folded so carefully in the back of the small clothespress did he drop back beside her to clasp her hand.