from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. A glass bottle for holding vinegar; especially, one of the bottles of a caster.


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  • E10 So, Lord Etherington was at liberty to carry on his reflections, without attracting observation. — “I have put a stopper into the mouth of that old vinegar-cruet of quality, but the acidity of her temper will soon dissolve the charm — And what to do?”

    Saint Ronan's Well

  • Mrs. Hussey soon appeared, with a mustard-pot in one hand and a vinegar-cruet in the other, having just broken away from the occupation of attending to the castors, and scolding her little black boy meantime.

    Moby Dick; or the Whale

  • “Look here,” said the landlady, quickly putting down the vinegar-cruet, so as to have one hand free; “look here; are you talking about prying open any of my doors?” — and with that she seized my arm.

    Moby Dick; or the Whale

  • "I don't think Miss Rose'll pay any attention to that vinegar-cruet."

    Five Thousand Dollars Reward

  • Two more of him were also genii of the basement dining-hall, two low rooms made into one and entirely bisected by a long-stemmed T of dining-table, and between the lace-curtained windows a small table for two, with fairly snowy napkins flowering out of its water-tumblers, and in its center a small island of pressed-glass vinegar-cruet, bottle of darkly portentous condiment, glass of sugar, and another of teaspoons.

    Humoresque A Laugh on Life with a Tear Behind It

  • QUOTATION: A fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet.


  • Even the vinegar-cruet which was covered with fly-specks.

    Love Conquers All

  • They tried to help explain, but the human vinegar-cruet turned around and spat the following through his clenched teeth:

    At Good Old Siwash

  • At this exhibition of broken English the twins, who were waiting on the table, thought it safe to rush to the kitchen on pretence of changing plates, while Dorothea, seated at the Professor's left, found it necessary to bite both lips and to stare hard at the vinegar-cruet for fully a second to keep from laughing.

    Solomon Crow's Christmas Pockets and Other Tales

  • And when I looked at that melancholy vinegar-cruet, I thought of the anecdote

    Roughing It


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