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Updated: June 21, 2025
"They have stripped bare the soul of man with a realism that shrivels up our civilisation and proves Two coffees, please." A tall, well-set waitress, with several rings on her fingers, took the order as gravely as if she were performing some religious function; then she turned to the Cockney. "Cup of cawfee, birdie!" he cried, leaning over the table and trying to grip her hand.
"Three thick slices o' bread an' drippin' an' a mug o' cawfee. An' then I'm goin' to get sumethin' 'earty to carry to Polly. She ain't no good, pore thing!" "Who is she?" Stopping a moment to drag up the heel of her dreadful shoe, she answered him with an unprejudiced directness which might have been appalling if he had been in the mood to be appalled.
John Storm made some inarticulate reply. "Thort ye might be, sir. We often 'as 'em 'ere sempling the cawfee, but blessed if they ever wanted to semple a bed afore. Still, if you down't mind " "It will be better than I deserve, my man. Can you give me a cup of coffee before I turn in?" "With pleasure, sir! Set down, sir! Myke yourself at 'ome.
Unfortunately he had no cash about him, and he concluded that the Texan would not think promises worth while under the circumstances. "Sure. I reckon you'd like to see the boss? Well, he's comin' right on over. Just now he's eatin' a mess o' bacon and beans and cawfee, over to the camp. My Gawd, that's good cawfee, too. Like to have some, eh?"
"Garn," growled Barney. "You an' yer luck! Gent may want a mug, but y'd show yer money fust." "Strewth! I've got it. Y' aint got the chinge fer wot I 'ave in me 'and 'ere. 'As 'e, mister?" "Show it," taunted the man, and then turning to Dart. "Yer wants a mug o' cawfee?" "Yes." The girl held out her hand cautiously the piece of gold lying upon its palm. "Look 'ere," she said.
Pratt was feeble and very long faced and repentant at breakfast. His appetite was gone. Mrs. Pratt said nothing, but pressed him to eat. "Come, Paw, a gill or two o' cawfee will do ye good," she said. "Cawfee is a great heatoner," she said to Mose. "When I'm so misorified of a moarnin' I can't eat a mossel o' bacon or pork, I kin take a gill o' cawfee an' it shore helps me much."
Finest cawfee in the world, sir." Mac poured it down without seeming to bother about tasting it. They sat quite still after that, till the Colonel said meditatively: "You and I had a little account to settle, didn't we?" "I'm ready." But neither moved for several moments. "See here, Mac: you haven't been ill or anything like that, have you?" "No."
Seems like they'd heard somethin' a spell back in one o' the county papers, an' we didn't know.... Anyhow, when I first got into town I met Judge Geer. He had me right into his office in Masonic Hall 'fore I could git my breath almost had me settin' in his private room, an' sent his stenugifer out fur a cup o' cawfee fur me.
The Colonel opened one eye, shut it, and shuffled in a sleepy sort of way. Mac turned sharply back to the fire. The Colonel opened his eyes and yawned. "I made some cawfee a little while back. Have some?" "No." "Better; it's A 1." "Where's Potts?" "Gone out for a little. Back soon." He poured out some of the strong, black decoction, and presented it to his companion. "Just try it.
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