…To dream about nails on hands and feet, of your own or others, means too much work and effort compared to the reward that was obtained. The dream shows that there is an intimate discontent. To dream about defective and painful nails suggests that there will be health affections or failures in many subjects. To dream about nails being pulled means danger of serious illness that can even lead to death if precautions are not taken. Dreaming about white nails, of your own or others, suggests that there will be various problems soon, both at home and in business. To dream about getting your nails done suggests that you will start business and deals apparently honorable, but these may be unproductive. To dream about cutting your own nails means that you will have high interest rates debts and also will have certain drawbacks in the family environment, but if…

…To dream that one’s nails are longer than usual, signifies profit, and the contrary, loss: to dream your nails are cut off, signifies loss and disgrace, and contention with friends and relations. If your dreams his nails are pulled off, it threatens with misery and affliction, and danger of death: for a man to dream he bites his nails, showing quarrels and dissensions: to dream of paring your nails, foretells lingering sickness. Lucky lottery dream numbers – 57, 8….

…there, I’m no good at business. You shall have it, cash down, as soon as you have played the requisite part. To-day is Tuesday, isn’t it? “Here she thought for a moment, puckering up her forehead into tiny white wrinkles and tapping the back of the chair with her pointed nails — bird’s claws, I call them”. I have it!” she suddenly burst out.” Sunday! Yes, Mr. Bailey, you must come to my house on Sunday evening between seven and eight. See, here is the address and a plan of the house as well.” She gave me an envelope — a common enough envelope for a lady in her position— and bid me master the contents. She then went into minute details of the “plant” and at last prepared to take her departure. My word, old girl, you should have seen the phiz she pulled when I asked if she…

…till the whiskey flowed. And all the while the alcohol poured from me, and I saw them gulp it down, my thirst and craving for it grew, and I besought and implored them to spare me a drop — just one drop, one tiny drop. But they shook their heads, and murmured. ‘Serve you right! Ask Paul, and see what he says.’ And none of them pitied me, till my youngest niece, Dorothy, whom I had many a time in her childhood half scared to death by my tipsy antics, and who had lately joined the Salvation Army, came into the room, and, on seeing my mother-in-law slyly give my sore and bleeding nose a vicious twist, at once ran up to her and pulled her away, crying out, ‘ For shame! Poor uncle! See how you have hurt him!’ And as she fetched some cold spring water, and bathed…