I thanked Captain Nemo, and went up to the shelves
of the library.
And so he wandered on, alternating between depression and elation as he stared at the shelves
packed with wisdom.
The untidy top shelves looked suggestive of some lucky accident which might unexpectedly lead the way to success.
I left my seat to fetch the library ladder, determining to begin the work of investigation on the top shelves.
And then came the city of Oakland, and on the shelves
of that free library I discovered all the great world beyond the skyline.
But these, as it happened, Alice had NOT got: so she contented herself with turning round, looking at the shelves
as she came to them.
The upper slide, on being pulled down (leaving the lower a double mystery), revealed deep shelves of pickle-jars, jam- pots, tin canisters, spice-boxes, and agreeably outlandish vessels of blue and white, the luscious lodgings of preserved tamarinds and ginger.
Into this herbaceous penitentiary, situated on an upper staircase-landing: a low and narrow whitewashed cell, where bunches of dried leaves hung from rusty hooks in the ceiling, and were spread out upon shelves, in company with portentous bottles: would the Reverend Septimus submissively be led, like the highly popular lamb who has so long and unresistingly been led to the slaughter, and there would he, unlike that lamb, bore nobody but himself.
She turned away to range some boxes on the shelves
behind the counter.
Looking with greater attention at these contrivances (wondering to find such literary preparations in such a place), I descried on each shelf a sort of microscopic sheet and blanket; then I began dimly to comprehend that the passengers were the library, and that they were to be arranged, edge-wise, on these shelves
, till morning.
But, the little shop is so excessively dark, is stuck so full of black shelves
and brackets and nooks and corners, that he sees Mr Venus's cup and saucer only because it is close under the candle, and does not see from what mysterious recess Mr Venus produces another for himself until it is under his nose.
This attic was Maggie's favorite retreat on a wet day, when the weather was not too cold; here she fretted out all her ill humors, and talked aloud to the worm-eaten floors and the worm-eaten shelves
, and the dark rafters festooned with cobwebs; and here she kept a Fetish which she punished for all her misfortunes.