"Jet" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the Dooty a small black bullock in a present, which our guide would not allow us to kill, it being of a jet black colour. The Dooty's name is Sokee; and so superstitious was he, that all the time we remained at Marraboo he kept himself in his hut, conceiving that if he saw a white man, he ...
— The Journal Of A Mission To The Interior Of Africa, In The Year 1805 • Mungo Park
... drips down, nor does he think of wiping it with his pocket-handkerchief until he has bedewed the book before him with the ugly moisture. Would that he had before him no book, but a cobbler's apron! His nails are stuffed with fetid filth as black as jet, with which he marks any passage that pleases him. He distributes a multitude of straws, which he inserts to stick out in different places, so that the halm may remind him of what his memory cannot retain. These straws, because the book has no stomach to digest them, ...
— The Philobiblon of Richard de Bury • Richard de Bury
... across inside and caught him on almost every round. And still higher in pure bravado the redwing forced him. I began to tremble for the plucky bird, when I saw him turn, half fold his shining wings, and shoot straight down—a meteor of jet with fire flying from its opposite sides—down, down, while I held my breath. Suddenly the wings flashed, and he was scaling a steep incline; another flash, a turn, and he was upon a slower plane—had thrown himself against the air and settled upon ...
— Roof and Meadow • Dallas Lore Sharp
... regiment went out to France To help a general advance. Now in a minute they must hop Like billy-o across the top. Amid the din the Colonel said, "It will be hellish overhead. Machine-guns will let loose a jet Of bullets on the parapet; We'll meet a burst of rifle fire, And, as for shells, I don't desire To see in so confined a space A thicker lot than we shall face. Now, gentlemen, attend, I pray— When we attack, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, May 9, 1917 • Various
... vanished, and the remaining jet flared suddenly. By its harder glare the wooden room looked harder too, and disenchanting. The figures of its occupants began filing through the door. The little man was left in the centre of the room, ...
— Forsyte Saga • John Galsworthy
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