The trees are stripped of their nodding burdens, which, easily freed from the rind and core
, are gathered together in capacious wooden vessels, where the pulpy fruit is soon worked by a stone pestle, vigorously applied, into a blended mass of a doughy consistency, called by the natives 'Tutao'.
I liked that old fellow, Russian to the core
, de la vraie souche.
Prince Vasili, with one leg thrown high over the other and a snuffbox in his hand, was sitting there with a smile of deep emotion on his face, as if stirred to his heart's core
and himself regretting and laughing at his own sensibility, when Princess Mary entered.
Brooke, who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not, that he himself was a Protestant to the core
, but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel, all men needed the bridle of religion, which, properly speaking, was the dread of a Hereafter.
Presently there was only a small super-heated core
of gaseous matter remaining within a huge vacant interior left by the contraction of the cooling gases.
I became interested in your story, At the Earth's Core
, not so much because of the probability of the tale as of a great and abiding wonder that people should be paid real money for writing such impossible trash.
He hated the shams and the hypocrisies of it and with the clear vision of an unspoiled mind he had penetrated to the rotten core
of the heart of the thing--the cowardly greed for peace and ease and the safe-guarding of property rights.
John's Cemetery at the very core
of the town, with streets of quiet, old-time houses on two sides, and busy, bustling, modern thoroughfares on the others.
That's nothing to be afraid of," he replied, throwing away the core
of his apple and beginning to eat another one.
Anne, I was grieved to the core
of my heart when you lost your baby; and if I could have saved her for you by cutting off one of my hands I would have done it.
True, there are architects so called in this country, and I have heard of one at least possessed with the idea of making architectural ornaments have a core
of truth, a necessity, and hence a beauty, as if it were a revelation to him.
Pinocchio ate one pear in a twinkling and started to throw the core
away, but Geppetto held his arm.