"Handrail" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Softly Mr. Reardon closed the door, turned the ring until the latch caught, drew a section of chain through the ring in such a manner as to prevent the latch from being released, passed the ends of his chain round the steel handrail along the front of the forecastle and padlocked ...
— Cappy Ricks Retires • Peter B. Kyne
... annoyances were not yet ended. On their return, their route lay across a plank of considerable length, which spanned a small branch of the river; it had no central support, and consequently sprang considerably to the foot of the passenger, who was afforded no protection from handrail, or even a swinging rope, and this rendered its passage difficult to an unpractised person. When Furlong was told to make his way across, he hesitated, and, after many assurances on his part that he ...
— Handy Andy, Volume One - A Tale of Irish Life, in Two Volumes • Samuel Lover
... banisters, a handrail: all indistinguishable. One step farther down or up, and why? But up is harder. Down! Down to this white ...
— Some Imagist Poets - An Anthology • Richard Aldington
... luxuries, lingered on the landing for some time. Then she turned towards another door, on which was inscribed, in white letters, Class Room No. 6. Arrested by a whispering above, she paused in the doorway, and looked up the stairs along a broad smooth handrail that swept round in an unbroken curve at each landing, forming an inclined plane from the top to the bottom of ...
— An Unsocial Socialist • George Bernard Shaw
... on the wooden handrail, and my ears were ringing with the roar of the flood. I do not know how long it was that Babet and I were in this painful state of stupor, when a voice called to me. It was Jacques who was holding on to the wall beneath the window. I stretched out my hand ...
— International Short Stories: French • Various
... mounted the steps of the porch and were now entering the wide colonial hall—a bare white hall, with a staircase protected by spindling mahogany banisters and a handrail. Jane passed into the library and seated herself at her desk. Lucy ran on upstairs, followed by Martha to help unpack her ...
— The Tides of Barnegat • F. Hopkinson Smith |
