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  • n. Alternative spelling of snuffbox.


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  • -- Now give me my watches [SERVANT _fetches the watches_,] my chapeau, [SERVANT _brings a dress hat_,] my handkerchief, [SERVANT _pours some scented liquor on a handkerchief and brings it_,] my snuff-box [SERVANT _brings snuff-box_.]

    Scarborough and the Critic

  • All the head that I saw the monster possessed of was one of those Hessian canteens which resemble a large snuff-box with a hole in the middle of the lid.

    Archive 2008-12-01

  • Then he rolled off center, to pull out his great snuff-box from the leather bag at his waist.

    In The Time Of Light

  • I could still tell you every detail of him (that's what shock does to you) - the great black body behind the red and white shield, the calf-skin girdle, the white cow-tail garters, the ringed head with its nodding blue plume, even the little horn snuff-box swinging from his neck.


  • He was a snuff-taker, and it had been the pride of my heart to save the IPSA CORPORA of the first score of guineas I could hoard, and to have them converted into as tasteful a snuff-box as Rundell and Bridge could devise.

    Chronicles of the Canongate

  • In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire – Touquet and the snuff-box a la Charter.

    Les Miserables

  • It went off excellently; my friend Mr. Fairscribe, who had been seduced from his desk to join the literary circle, only fell asleep twice, and readily recovered his attention by help of his snuff-box.

    The Surgeon's Daughter

  • A long pause of total silence ensued, only disturbed by the rustling leaves of the folio from which Mr. Cargill seemed to be making extracts, and now and then by a little exclamation of surprise and impatience, when he dipped his pen, as happened once or twice, into his snuff-box, instead of the inkstandish which stood beside it.

    Saint Ronan's Well

  • On the subject of this property, Mr. Mowbray, generally speaking, gave such minute directions for acquiring and saving, that his old acquaintance, Mr. Winterblossom, tapping his morocco snuff-box with the sly look which intimated the coming of a good thing, was wont to say, that he had reversed the usual order of transformation, and was turned into a grub after having been a butterfly.

    Saint Ronan's Well

  • I have said, the truly wise and learned disdain these shifts, and will open the said novel as avowedly as they would the lid of their snuff-box.

    The Monastery


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