It was not the room, which was far more comfortable than Rebecca's own at the farm, nor the lack of view, nor yet the long journey, for she was not conscious of weariness; it was not the fear of a strange place, for she loved new places and courted new sensations; it was because of some curious blending of uncomprehended emotions that Rebecca stood her sunshade in the corner, tore off her best hat, flung it on the bureau
with the porcupine quills on the under side, and stripping down the dimity spread, precipitated herself into the middle of the bed and pulled the counterpane over her head.
As he had opened the cabinet, so he now opened the bureau
She was sweet to me as the bunch of white flowers that, in their frail Venetian vase, stand so daintily on my old bureau
as I write, doing their best to sweeten my thoughts.
At the other end a comparatively luxurious show was made by a large bookcase, an elaborate combination of bureau
and writing desk, a rack with a rifle, a set of foils, and an umbrella in it, several folio albums on a table, some comfortable chairs and sofas, and a thick carpet under foot.
This, too, without a cent of public money, or the protection of a tariff, or the prestige of a governmental bureau
The three candles on the bureau
made red blurs, and the windows were dimmed by the fog outside.
The valet held a wax-light; the cardinal took a key from his bureau
and opening the door of a secret stair descended into the court of the Palais Royal.
Their principal temple, or cathedral, was as lofty as yonder bureau
, and was looked upon as a wonderfully sublime and magnificent edifice.
I had not sat five minutes alone with him in his bureau
, before I became aware of a sense of ease in his presence, such as I rarely experienced with strangers.
The drawers of a bureau
, which stood in one corner were open, and had been, apparently, rifled, although many articles still remained in them.
Monsieur Le Quoi, who has been introduced to our readers because no picture of that country would be faithful without some such character, found the island of Martinique, and his “sucreboosh,” in possession of the English but Marmaduke and his family were much gratified in soon hearing that he had returned to his bureau
, in Paris; where he afterward issued yearly bulletins of his happiness, and of his gratitude to his friends in America.
But, against all probability, it was only for the sake of shutting himself up that Fouquet shut himself up thus, for he went straight to a bureau
, seated himself at it, opened the portfolio, and began to make a choice amongst the enormous mass of papers it contained.