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"I reckon that's enough, commander," said the ranchman at last, "and, besides, supper is ready or will be when the coffee is poured." "Coffee! Where did you get the water to boil it?" queried Larry. "From the canteens. I filled them this morning." "And here I've been wondering where we could look for water. I was surprised you didn't tell Tom to send some of us."
But I reckon there's plenty all around, and we'll try and keep his share warm. Pull up here on this log, Owen, and try that platter. The coffee is ready too, ditto the hard-tack." And with keen appetites the two certainly did ample justice to the meal.
Good-evening, Mr. Tregear. I suppose you have to go to your dinner now." Then they went into one of the rooms upstairs to have coffee, the son declining to go into the smoking-room, and assuring his father that he did not in the least care about a cigar after dinner. "You would be smothered, sir." The Duke did as he was bidden and went upstairs.
He was smoking cigarettes with a friend while coffee was served to the two gentlemen it was just after luncheon on a vast divan covered with scrappy oriental rugs and cushions; it looked, Francie thought, as if the artist had set up a carpet-shop in a corner.
I could not keep awake after I drank the coffee. My papers are gone, I tell you, Galbraith," he said, fiercely. Then he turned to Jen: "You are not in this, Jen. Tell me." She was silent for a moment, then was about to answer, when he turned to the gambler and said: "You are at the bottom of this. Give me my papers."
'I don't give a damn for the money, said Selwyn hotly, 'except that it shows there is a demand in America for the truth. Britain has always been afraid to face facts. Thank God, America isn't. 'Well, said Watson with a slight yawn, 'it's quite obvious that we're as far apart as the poles on that question, so I think I'll cut along. 'Stay and have a cup of coffee.
We knew the dell again, though neither of us had visited it from that hour to this, and rested there awhile before we turned home." I made no answer but sat thinking, and a silence fell on all of us. By this time the Kaffir girls had cleared away the meat and brought in coffee, which we drank while the men filled their pipes and lit them.
I could not rise, turn round, and show all my honours, from the shaggy mane to the tufted tail, "roar you an't were any nightingale," and so lie down again like a well-behaved beast of show, and all at the cheap and easy rate of a cup of coffee and a slice of bread and butter as thin as a wafer.
Carvel would have had him make his home with us when we were in town, but this he would not do. He lodged in Church Street, over against the Coffee House, dining at that hostelry when not bidden out, or when not with us. He was much sought after. I believe there was scarce a man of note in any of the colonies not numbered among his friends.
It is very agreeably situated on the side of a hill: from one of the paths which leads out of the village, you have a view of the whole country; and there to a good old woman who sells wine, coffee, and tea there: but better than all this are two lime-trees before the church, which spread their branches over a little green, surrounded by barns and cottages.
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