Then you would manage to stammer forth the confession that you were neither a doctor nor a dentist. Mrs.
I will not accept as the crown of my desires a block of buildings with tenements for the poor on a lease of a thousand years, and perhaps with a sign-board of a dentist hanging out.
* Another case, very clearly described by a dentist, occurred at the town of Columbus, in the United States of America, quite recently.
She flitted, at the far end of it, into impenetrable regions, and I looked at the place with my heart beating as I had known it to do in the dentist‘s parlor.
And between the lips were teeth that had never known nor needed the dentist‘s care.
There was a dentist‘s sign, among others, which adorned the entrance, and after staring a moment at the pair of artificial jaws which slowly opened and shut to draw attention to a fine set of teeth, the young gentleman put on his coat, took his hat, and went down to post himself in the opposite doorway, saying with a smile and a shiver, “It’s like her to come alone, but if she has a bad time she’ll need someone to help her home.”
Harriet really wished, and had wished some time, to consult a dentist. Mrs.
Passing the door of a fashionable dentist, she had met Lord Montbarry himself just leaving the house.
Next minute “the unobstructed beam” was shining right into the knapsack itself, for all the world like one of those little demon electric lights with which the dentist makes a momentary treasure-cave of your distended jaws, flashing with startled stalactite.
Noel Vanstone, after nervously following his host’s example, composed himself to meet the coming ordeal, with reclining head and grasping hands, in the position familiarly associated to all civilized humanity with a seat in a dentist‘s chair.
But it was not so easy a matter to get out of the clutches of the old wizard; he fastened on the unfortunate limb as if it were something for which he had been long seeking, and muttering some kind of incantation continued his discipline, pounding it after a fashion that set me well nigh crazy; while Mehevi, upon the same principle which prompts an affectionate mother to hold a struggling child in a dentist‘s chair, restrained me in his powerful grasp, and actually encouraged the wretch in this infliction of torture.
A general laugh followed this sally at the dentist‘s expense, in the midst of which the gleeman placed his battered harp upon his knee, and began to pick out a melody upon the frayed strings.