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As soon as Weissmann had finished taking his notes and measurements, he locked the door of the library and joined them all in the dining-room, where they were sipping coffee and nibbling cake. "We shall be obliged to shut out all young men from our committee," the old scientist jocularly remarked, as he stood looking down at them.
Or suddenly waking up again: "Walking along the crowded row He met the one he used to know." But no one shared his enjoyment: his silent companion looked with positive hostility and mistrust at all these manifestations. There was another man in the room who looked somewhat like a retired government clerk. He was sitting apart, now and then sipping from his pot and looking round at the company.
The trial lasted three weeks and three days. The best legal talent in England had a hand in it, and one man made a speech eleven hours long, without sipping water. The verdict went against Hampden he must pay the twenty shillings. I believe, however, he did not; neither did John Milton, who wrote a pamphlet on the subject; neither did Oliver Cromwell.
Bangs refrained from communicating the fact that the principal occupation of the members of the Green Pond Fishing Club was the mixing of certain refreshing liquids in tall glasses, and sipping them on the verandah of a clubhouse. The party therefore embarked. Mrs. Bangs was not wholly at ease, however. "Supposing there isn't any wind by and by, Augustus, and you have to row.
"It's partly made of Blue Grass, like a 'horse's neck. But if it's too much trouble, just give me a Cola." The barkeep grinned, too. "I gotcha, Steve," and poured out the soft drink. Hanlon sat sipping his innocuous drink, looking about him quietly.
"I wish I could find a few sixpences," said Madame Valtesi slowly, and sipping her tea with her usual air of stony gravity. "Times are so very bad. Do you know, Mr. Amarinth, I am almost afraid I shall have to put down my carriage, or your brother. I cannot keep them both up, and pay my dressmaker's bill too. I told him so yesterday. He was very much cut up." "Poor Teddy!
Rather incredulously, he realized that he had cracked out at least seventy-five thousand sols' worth of stones today. He put them into the bag and sat sipping the highball and thinking pleasant thoughts until the bell on the stove warned him that dinner was ready.
There was milk for the children, little seed cakes, thin bread and butter, and cups of strong tea for the inventor and the visitor. The children, sipping their milk and eating the little sweet cakes, listening to the talk of their father and Mr. Reynolds, their expressed hopes for the success of the machine and its effect upon humanity, gazed at the invention.
With his customary deliberation the Baron selected a glass, filled it with shaved ice, which he as carefully covered with green crème de menthe, and pushed the delectable result across the table to his secretary. Philip accepted with a formal expression of thanks. "I am delighted," rumbled the Baron, sipping his iced mint with keen appreciation, "to see that you are fully recovered."
He is a very happy man." "Your health," said the innkeeper, holding up his glass to the light. "And yours," returned the Prince. "And of all the Saracinesca family," said the curate, sipping his wine slowly. He rarely got a glass of old Lacrima, and he enjoyed it thoroughly. "And now," said the Prince, "I must be off. Many thanks for your hospitality.
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