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Smith, who was a wonderfully sympathetic man, led him to a high balcony, well shaded, pleasantly airy. There Mr. Donovan established himself on a deck chair. He smoked a great deal and slept a little. He drank the cocktails which Smith found time to prepare for him. He ate the food Smith brought up to him.
A captain of infantry was observed to be very red about the eyelids, but that might have been, and possibly was, the result of cocktails. Loring alone remained in the same position.
With brown sugar, taken from the mess-chests, and hot water begged from the galley-cooks, the men made all manner of punches, toddies, and cocktails, letting fall therein a small drop of tar, like a bit of brown toast, by way of imparting a flavour.
Two cocktails are the limit she sets for me, and so I keep this private bottle." He made a long-toddy for himself, but Carpenter took his straight. In all of it, his furtive eyes, shining out of the splotch of eyebrows above, glanced inquiringly around and obsequiously followed every movement of his superior.
"Yes, I know," Dundee agreed, with a trace of a grin. "Go on as rapidly as you can, please." "I thought you wanted to know everything!" Miles was a little peevish; he had evidently been enjoying himself. "Of course I said I'd make the cocktails she said everything was ready on the sideboard.
He gave up the morning nip, docked the number of cocktails, went to bed before two, took a little gentle exercise, met Mrs. Mrs. Dearman whom, in his letters to her, Dickie had described as "a jolly old buster, simply full of money, and fairly spoiling for a wife to help him blew it in."
For myself I admit it I am a brighter, better man after drinking two cocktails than at any other time quicker, kindlier, more genial. And higher, morally. I had been telling stories in that inimitable way that one has after two cocktails. In reality, I only know four stories, and a fifth that I don't quite remember, but in moments of expansiveness they feel like a fund or flow.
Everyone else, including Lydia Carr and Peter Dunlap, were huddled together in a far corner of the living room. "Now, Mr. Miles!" Dundee called. "Your cue! Never mind the comedy about 'How's tricks? Simply go into the dining room, with Mrs. Dunlap, to mix cocktails. You'll find all the ingredients still on the sideboard, exactly as there were when Mrs.
Bartlett," he said cheerily, "and try one of my friend's excellent cocktails." "I take mine straight," growled Bartlett gruffly, although he stepped inside the open door. "I don't want no Yankee mixtures in mine. Plain whisky's good enough for any man, if he is a man. I don't take no water, neither. I've got trouble enough."
A slant of sunlight fell on it, and it was all aglitter with tiny specks of unmistakable free gold. "From the grass roots down," he muttered in an awestricken voice, as he swung his pick into the yielding surface. He seemed to undergo a transformation. No quart of cocktails had ever put such a flame in his cheeks nor such a fire in his eyes.
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