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The Count nodded his head and sipped his wine. The frankness of all this deceived him but not wholly. The boy had discovered something it remained to be seen how much. "You are successful beyond hope," he exclaimed presently, "this will be great news for Mr. Gessner. Of course, you asked her plainly what had happened?" "She told me without my asking, Count.
They found themselves presently perched upon two high stools in a deserted corner of the bar to which Pritchard had led the way. Tavernake sipped his drink tentatively. "I should like," he said, "to ask you a question or two about Wednesday night." Pritchard nodded. "Go right ahead," he invited. "You seem to take the whole affair as a sort of joke," Tavernake remarked.
"Any wise man," said Rattenden, "can realize his dreams. It takes something much higher than wisdom to enjoy the realization." "What is that?" "The heart of a child," said Rattenden. He smiled in his inscrutable way behind his thick lenses, and sipped his champagne. "Truly a delicious wine," said he.
He poured her a high drink from a decanter, and held it so that, while she sipped, her teeth were magnified through the tumbler, and he thought that adorable and tilted the glass higher against her lips, and when she choked soothed her with a crush of kisses. "You devil," he said, "everything you do maddens me." There was a step outside and a scraping noise at the lock.
But Forrest had other views for the evening of the third day. "I don't think," he remarked, as he sipped his coffee after our early dinner, "we can afford to spend the night ranging the highways. Business first and pleasure afterwards." "I thought you were of opinion that our friend will be tempted to make his reappearance to-night?" I remarked.
These, with a smaller pewter cup, he placed before the seaman who eagerly mixed himself a stiff dram, drank it, and prepared another, which he sipped luxuriously, as leaning back in his chair he looked slowly around the circle of his entertainers, and finally burst forth, "The plain truth is, there are no folk like these in any latitude I've sailed, and a man must deal with them accordingly.
Francis had lost the harassed and nervous appearance upon which his club friends had commented, which had been noticeable, even, to a diminishing extent, upon the golf course at Brancaster. He was alert and eager. He had the air of a man upon the threshold of some enterprise dear to his heart. "I have been through a queer experience," Francis continued presently, as he sipped his second liqueur.
She was standing on the deck, the wet streaming from her, supported by a sailor on either side. She gasped a little when she saw him. She was quite conscious and her voice was steady. "We are both here, Ralph," she cried, "Hugh and I. He saved my life. Thank heavens you are here!" Already the steward was hastening forward with brandy. Geraldine sipped a little and passed the glass to Thomson.
But the readiness of her acquiescence misled him, and in the little hard-trodden wjne-garden in which they sipped a sugary champagne together, in a trellised alcove like a relic of old Vauxhall, he grew amorous, and told her that her eyes were like beryls, and that their whites were like porcelain.
Polly laid down her fork. "Nothing," her father answered gravely. "I don't see why mother was laughing, then." She glanced from one to the other. They sipped their coffee in silence, but the girl detected a lingering bit of a smile on her mother's lips.
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