He had not been seated there very long before he felt an arm thrust under his, and a dandy little hand in a kid-glove squeezing his arm.

Dr. Oldacre, new come from church, with an ostentatious Prayer-book in his kid-gloved hand, broke in upon his meditation.

Moreover, he had lavender kid-gloves on.

In Berlin may be seen many a youth who, from the exquisite fit and finish of his dress, if he be not an American just from Paris, must at least be a German count The young Graf plays with his lips on the ivory head of his bamboo, as he holds it with his kid-gloved hand, sitting carefully the while, lest the elbow of his French coat should be soiled by contact with a desk ignorant of duster for many a month.

The iron hand of Goetz of Berlichingen would burst the seams of a Paris kid-glove.

It is with no such kid-glove tools as these that so many of our officers have been picked off by Southern sharp-shooters.

You'll find that ordinary, everyday living isn't any kid-glove affair.

Life, as her brother had prophesied, was no kid-glove affair.

He was a little too high-handed in his smooth, kid-glove way.

The kid-glove treatment meted out to the BJP government has also been extended to the extend Sangh parivar, despite the ideological opposition to it in many sections of the Goan society.

It is wonderful how stupidly the kid-glove advocate reasons.

From the completeness of its outfit, it was often spoken of as the "Kid-Gloved Regiment."

Hundreds of poor parents are working themselves to death to send their children to such schools with a view to elevating them to "higher positions" than they themselves occupy, and soon we will have none to do the honest physical labor of life, but the world will be full of kid-gloved hangers on for soft jobs, who regard working with the hands to be a disgrace.

" Even the women caught the craze for "higher education" to fit themselves for "kid-glove" professional emoluments; they, too, tore each other's hair, scratched each other's faces in frantic football rushes, tumbling over each other in the wild scrimmage for fees, leaving the kitchens to the ignorant foreigners, who ruined digestions with preposterous cookery, which would have killed a nation of ostriches.

But when he came down-stairs with one new gray kid-glove on, and the other dangling in his hand, nothing had been done.

Ah, well, James Nasmyth once wrote: "Kid-gloves are great non-conductors of knowledge."

And M. Lenoirwhite cravatted, white kid-gloved, hat in hand, perfectly well-dressed in full evening black, and wearing a small orange-colored rosette at his button-holebowed, glanced round the room, and, though his eyes undoubtedly took in both Müller and myself, looked as if he had never seen either of us in his life.

But the light fell strong and red beneath the shade, and the full glare of the astral lamp seemed centred on that pudgy hand, in its inevitable glove, that had fixed so firm a gripe on the back of the mahogany chair as to strain open one of the fingers of the tight, tawny kid-glove worn by Dr. Englehart.