Duster

Definition and stakes

Various,  The Nursery, December 1877, Vol…

“ She flourished the duster, and laughed at the pincushion; then gazed meditatively at the bright window, and reflected gravely on the broad belt of sunshine lying across the floor. That speculation over, she fell to hugging the cherished duster, rocking back and forth as if it were another baby.
A smart little snap of the fire,—a "How-do-you-do?" from the fire-place,—made the baby twist her little body [175] to look at it. She watched the small flames dancing in and out, as long as her neck could bear the twist.
As she turned back again, her eyes fell on the pot of yeast. Oh!
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of David Herbert Lawrence David Herbert Lawrence,  The White Peacock (1911)

“ She rose and ran toward the cages, crying herself like some wild fowl, and flapping a duster at the warbling canaries.
“Stop it, stop it!” she cried, shaking her thin weird body at them. “Silly little devils, fools, fools, fools!!” and she flapped the duster till the birds were subdued. Then she brought us delicious scones and apple jelly, urging us, almost nudging us with her thin elbows to make us eat.
“Don’t you like ’em, don’t you? Well eat ’em, eat ’em then. Go on Emily, go on, eat some more.
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Source: Wikisource

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