interleave

lomittaa

panna välilehtiä

välilehdittää puhekieltä To insert (pages, which are normally blank) between the pages of a book.
1754, (w), Letter to the Rev. Mr. (w), 28 November, 1754, cited in (w), (w), edited by (w), New York: Dodge, 1896, Volume 1, p. 225,https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=coo.31924013186816;view=1up;seq=11

Let a Servitor transcribe the quotations, and interleave them with references to save time. This will shorten the work and lessen the fatigue.

In the meantime, at your leisure, give a copy of the w:Scots Musical Museum|Museum to my worthy friend, Mr. Peter Hill, bookseller, to bind for me, interleaved with blank leaves, exactly as he did the w:Robert Riddell|Laird of Glenriddel’s, that I may insert every anecdote I can learn, together with my own criticisms and remarks on the songs.

The raw morning air whetted his resolute piety; and often as he knelt among the few worshippers at the side-altar, following with his interleaved prayer-book the murmur of the priest, he glanced up for an instant towards the vested figure standing in the gloom between the two candles, which were the old and the new testaments, and imagined that he was kneeling at mass in the catacombs.

I had the demon’s own time with my armor, and this delayed me a little. It is troublesome to get into, and there is so much detail. First you wrap a layer or two of blanket around your body, (..) then you put on your sleeves and shirt of chain mail— (..) then you put on your shoes—flat-boats roofed over with interleaving bands of steel—and screw your clumsy spurs into the heels.

Then the Tulsi Store became a place of deep romance and endless delights, transformed from the austere emporium it was on other days, dark and silent, its shelves crammed with bolts of cloth that gave off acrid and sometimes unpleasant smells, its tables jumbled with cheap scissors and knives and spoons, towers of dusty blue-rimmed enamel plates interleaved with ragged grey paper, and boxes of hairpins, needles, pins and thread.

(w) (Random House; 430 pages), by the non-Sicilian (w), is not precisely a sequel; it’s interleaved into the gaps between the three movies.

(..) Mr. Sylvestre shows just as much talent with charcuterie. His pork terrine (..) interleaves succulent hunks of various meaty cuts between thick veins of milky lardo.