toil-hardened

My mago, with her toil-hardened, thoroughly good-natured face rendered hideous by black teeth, wore straw sandals, blue cotton trousers with a vest tucked into them, as poor and worn as they could be, and a blue cotton towel knotted round her head.

Unbeaten Tracks in Japan Isabella Lucy 2004

“You will not give me anything to eat because my hands have not the appearance of being toil-hardened, but you must understand that it is much harder to do brain-work, and sometimes the head feels like bursting with the effort it is forced to make.”

Ivan the Fool 2003

“You will not give me anything to eat because my hands have not the appearance of being toil-hardened, but you must understand that it is much harder to do brain-work, and sometimes the head feels like bursting with the effort it is forced to make.”

The Kreutzer Sonata, and other stories 2003

Ruth followed him and her hands closed upon the toil-hardened fist clenched at his side.

Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill Or, Jasper Parloe's Secret Alice B. Emerson

His toil-hardened hands could not do the mother's tasks for her but his heart could love sufficiently to recompense, so far as that be possible, for the loss of the mother's presence.

Patchwork A Story of 'The Plain People' Anna Balmer Myers

The type read by the elderly borrowers, and those with toil-hardened hands, or suffering from some nervous affection, was formulated by a blind man, Dr. William Moon, of London, about 1845, and is called Moon type.

Five Lectures on Blindness Kate M. Foley

At stanzas instinct with blythe and cordial amities, more brotherly the grasp of peasant's in peasant's toil-hardened hands!

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 347, September, 1844 Various

I glory in the renown of these, but just as dear and precious to me is the warm grasp of the toil-hardened hand and the smile which beams upon me from the rugged face of the very humblest of "the boys who wore the gray."

Memories A Record of Personal Experience and Adventure During Four Years of War Fannie A. Beers

Periods when his companion's toil-hardened hands stroked the sleek sides and sinewy flanks that no longer hinted of insufficient nourishment; and caressing fingers lingered over the smooth and shining coat that had once been so rough and ragged.

Baldy of Nome Esther Birdsall Darling

“You will not give me anything to eat because my hands have not the appearance of being toil-hardened, but you must understand that it is much harder to do brain-work, and sometimes the head feels like bursting with the effort it is forced to make.

Chapter XII 1917