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"I knew all the Hirschvogel, from old Veit downwards," said a fat grès de Flandre beer-jug: "I myself was made at Nürnberg." And he bowed to the great stove very politely, taking off his own silver hat I mean lid with a courtly sweep that he could scarcely have learned from burgomasters.
Korner, glancing up fearfully, saw that the eyes of her lord and master were closed; heard the rising snore that issued from his head, resting between the empty beer-jug and the cruet stand. "He will be all right," counselled Miss Greene. "You go to bed and lock yourself in. Harriet and I will see to his breakfast in the morning. It will be just as well for you to be out of the way." And Mrs.
Laptev ran himself to the dining-room to take the first thing he could get from the sideboard. This was a tall beer-jug. He poured water into it and brought it to his brother. Fyodor began drinking, but bit a piece out of the jug; they heard a crunch, and then sobs.
On sitting down and squaring her comely frame to work, the first thing Clem did was to take a long draught out of the beer-jug; refreshed thus, she poured the remaining liquor into a glass.
"I knew all the Hirschvögel, from old Veit downwards," said a fat grès de Flandre beer-jug: "I myself was made at Nürnberg." And he bowed to the great stove very politely, taking off his own silver hat I mean lid with a courtly sweep that he could scarcely have learned from burgomasters.
"I only said it was a beer-jug, one of those brown, squat, stone jugs, the best for beer that I know, after all, brown, you know, with a dash of gray." "Brown jug or not, I wish I could get a few sittings from her. She would make a lovely St. Cecilia," said my husband. "Brown jug and all?" asked Roger. "If only she were a little taller," I objected. "And had an aureole," said my husband.
He was, however, cut short in the midst of his eloquence by a sturdy-looking labourer, who struggled forward, beer-jug in hand, and, tottering at every step, spluttered out, "Hooray, hooray, Sir Thomas! Here's long life to the squire here's long life to moderation. Hooray lads, hooray! Here's three cheers for the squire and moderation.
The face was disfigured by a swollen eye, evidently from a blow; but clearly enough, if it was not Miss Clare, it was the young woman of the beer-jug. Neither of us spoke, but turned once more to watch the result of what seemed to have at length settled down into an almost amicable conference. After a few more grumbles and protestations, the group began to break up into twos and threes.
Syvert in the mean while put a huge silver beer-jug to his mouth, and, pledging his guests, emptied it even to the dregs. But the bride's cheek was pale; and it was so still in the boat that every man could hear his own breathing. "Ha, to-day is Syvert Stein's wedding-day!" shouted the bridegroom, growing hot with wrath.
On a table, which was leaning against the wall with the side where a leg was broken, stood a burning tallow-dip stuck into the mouth of an empty beer-jug, and by its dim light Móczli was seated eating no, devouring his supper. With incredible rapidity he was piling in and ramming down, as it were, enormous slices of blood-sausage in turn with huger chunks of salted bread.
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