The sun had dried stray shreds
of moss, and he was able to warm himself with hot water.
True, from the unmarred dead body of the whale, you may scrape off with your hand an infinitely thin, transparent substance, somewhat resembling the thinnest shreds
of isinglass, only it is almost as flexible and soft as satin; that is, previous to being dried, when it not only contracts and thickens, but becomes rather hard and brittle.
Still, with the memory of his four months' siege behind him, he fought on, in a frenzy of determination; and half an hour later he began to vomit--he vomited until it seemed as if his inwards must be torn into shreds
There it is, shreds
and fragments once more--my will.
They were eloquent in their dis- tress; but they presently discovered that the fire had eaten so far up under the great log it had been built against (where it curved upward and separated itself from the ground), that a handbreadth or so of it had escaped wetting; so they patiently wrought until, with shreds
and bark gathered from the under sides of shel- tered logs, they coaxed the fire to burn again.
It was littered with scraps of carrot, shreds
of green stuff, and indescribable filth.
Above me, in the intense blue of the summer sky, some faint brown shreds
of cloud whirled into nothingness.
Out of the hood hung lank shreds
of brown, at which the hungry birds pecked and tore.
But this encompassment of her own characterization, based on shreds
of convention, peopled by phantoms and voices antipathetic to her, was a sorry and mistaken creation of Tess's fancy--a cloud of moral hobgoblins by which she was terrified without reason.
Her voice seemed to rip the air into a million shreds
and stamp on them.
It was here that the brave Abbe wrote a book with his own blood, with a pen made of a piece of iron hoop, and by the light of a lamp made out of shreds
of cloth soaked in grease obtained from his food; and then dug through the thick wall with some trifling instrument which he wrought himself out of a stray piece of iron or table cutlery and freed Dantes from his chains.
With his hair in disorder and matted on his forehead, his dress torn and covered with dust and plaster, his linen in shreds
, the king never rested until his strength was utterly exhausted, and it was not until then that he clearly understood the pitiless thickness of the walls, the impenetrable nature of the cement, invincible to every influence but that of time, and that he possessed no other weapon but despair.