The mail-carrier on his way back to our master's house would as naturally retail the news that he had secured among the slaves, and in this way they often heard of important events before the white people at the "
big house," as the master's house was called.
And when he came to the Doctor's
big house full of beds he seemed angry and scornful.
It was belong to a great man, very rich, like what you not got here; many fields, many forests, many
big house. My papa play for his wedding, and he give my papa fine gun, and my papa give you.'
And in the
big house servants beyond remembering or counting.
"If she didn't live in a
big house how could it be a question of her having rooms to spare?
The idea of stickin' that blessed child 'way off up here in this hot little room--with no fire in the winter, too, and all this
big house ter pick and choose from!
The
big house with the old family furniture; the rather dirty, far from stylish, but respectful footmen, unmistakably old house serfs who had stuck to their master; the stout, good-natured wife in a cap with lace and a Turkish shawl, petting her pretty grandchild, her daughter's daughter; the young son, a sixth form high school boy, coming home from school, and greeting his father, kissing his big hand; the genuine, cordial words and gestures of the old man--all this had the day before roused an instinctive feeling of respect and sympathy in Levin.
Ever since the morning, carriages with six horses had been coming and going continually, bringing visitors to the Countess Rostova's
big house on the Povarskaya, so well known to all Moscow.
She had worked methodically, rapidly, and well, emptying the drawers, clearing the tables in her special apartment of that
big house, with something silently passionate in her thoroughness; taking everything belonging to her and some things of less unquestionable ownership, a jewelled penholder, an ivory and gold paper knife (the house was full of common, costly objects), some chased silver boxes presented by de Barral and other trifles; but the photograph of Flora de Barral, with the loving inscription, which stood on her writing desk, of the most modern and expensive style, in a silver-gilt frame, she neglected to take.
Aunt Jamesina is left alone in a great
big house, and she is horribly lonesome.
The
big house did prove a Palace Beautiful, though it took some time for all to get in, and Beth found it very hard to pass the lions.
I'm tired looking after that
big house. It never seemed like mine, anyway--like home.