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Then he picked up his pipe and knocked the heel out into the ashtray. Nobody said anything. He began packing tobacco into the bowl. "Well, gentlemen?" He invited comment. "Pancho?" Captain Conrad Greibenfeld, the Exec., turned to Lieutenant Ybarra, the chief psychologist. "How reliable is this stuff?" Ybarra asked.
The pen was thrown down upon it, and a cigar lay in the ashtray, as though the writer had been disturbed either by a sudden sound, or by the irruption of some thought which had led him into the gallery to call Dixon. Faversham stooped to look at it: "I hereby revoke all the provisions of the will executed by me on ..." No more. The paper was worthless. The will would stand.
There was a window, and a table and a chair in the window, and upon the table stood a rusty inkstand, an ashtray, an old copy of a French newspaper, and a pen with a broken nib. Rachel sat down, as if to study the French newspaper, but a tear fell on the blurred French print, raising a soft blot. She lifted her head sharply, exclaiming aloud, "It's intolerable!"
Fu-Manchu for he lives, Petrie! my own eyes bear witness to the fact Dr. Fu-Manchu is a sort of delegate from the headquarters. His prodigious genius will readily enable him to keep in touch with every branch of the movement, East and West." He paused to knock out his pipe into an ashtray and to watch me for some moments in silence.
Of the hundred small round tables only one was occupied; a bald head and a large green hat were almost meeting over the top of this table, but there was nothing on it except an ashtray. A waiter wandered about amid the thick plushy silence and the stagnant pools of electric light, meditating upon the curse which had befallen the world of hotels.
Staring at a stain on the wall, reflecting that it resembled a shoe, and being bored by this twentieth discovery that it resembled a shoe. Lighting a cigarette; then, bound to the telephone with no ashtray in reach, wondering what to do with this burning menace and anxiously trying to toss it into the tiled bathroom. At last, on the telephone, "No message, eh? All right, I'll call up again."
Cesário's getting off Fenris without having to die and reincarnate." He finished his lunch, such as it was and what there was of it, and I relieved him of the tray and set it on the floor beyond his chair. I found an ashtray and lit a cigarette for him and one for myself, using the big lighter.
She bent back her wrist and let it dangle between her long fingers while he lit his own cigarette. "Now that we've learned all about me," she said, blowing a thin stream of smoke away, "perhaps you'll tell me about yourself, Professor." "Please," he said, setting the ashtray in the middle of the table, "do call me Antoine. We needn't be so formal, I think." She laughed quietly. "Antoine."
We have a great deal to discuss, I'm afraid." Mr. Chief Justice Frederic Pendarvis moved the ashtray a few inches to the right and the slender vase with the spray of starflowers a few inches to the left. He set the framed photograph of the gentle-faced, white-haired woman directly in front of him. Then he took a thin cigar from the silver box, carefully punctured the end and lit it.
"Ashtray?" "Yes." "And remember not to knock it over when you get excited. Promise?" "Um." "Very well." Mrs. Severance's even voice began to flow into the stillness. "As I was getting too big for Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt " "And that's the end of the chapter." Mrs. Severance's voice trailed off into silence. She closed the book with a soft sound.
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