Cells

We hear from mathematicians that bees have practically solved a recondite problem, and have made their cells of the proper shape to hold the greatest possible amount of honey, with the least possible consumption of precious wax in their construction.

There were three young women in adjoining cells, all convicted at the same time of a conspiracy to rob their prosecutor.

They had not heard the heavy royal footfall which sets empty cells vibrating.

Now they came rushing through the jail, calling to each other in the vaulted passages; clashing the iron gates dividing yard from yard; beating at the doors of cells and wards; wrenching off bolts and locks and bars; tearing down the door-posts to get men out; endeavouring to drag them by main force through gaps and windows where a child could scarcely pass; whooping and yelling without a moment's rest; and running through the heat and flames as if they were cased in metal.

The inspector visited, one after another, the cells and dungeons of several of the prisoners, whose good behavior or stupidity recommended them to the clemency of the government.

And their long-departed owners seemed to throng the gloomy cells and corridors with their phantom shapes.

There were in Paris a considerable number of these cells, for praying to God and doing penance; they were nearly all occupied.

Several genera (Flustra Eschara, Cellaria, Crisia, and others) agree in having singular moveable organs (like those of Flustra avicularia, foun in the European seas) attached to their cells. The organ, i the greater number of cases, very closely resembles the hea of a vulture; but the lower mandible can be opened muc wider than in a real bird's beak.

Here and there among the cells containing dead brood and honey an angry buzzing can sometimes be heard.

The black grumbled something that I could not understand, and then I heard him unlocking the door into one of the other cells on the further side.

On finding the cell of Cornelius de Witt empty, the wrath of the people ran very high, and had Gryphus fallen into the hands of those madmen he would certainly have had to pay with his life for the prisoner.

On his way to his cell a burly policeman cursed him because he started down the wrong corridor, and then added a kick when he was not quick enough; nevertheless, Jurgis did not even lift his eyes--he had lived two years and a half in Packingtown, and he knew what the police were.