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The Catholic lords who were in close communication with Spain were forced to take up arms. Their forces were mustered under the Earls of Huntly and Erroll, and gained a complete victory at Glenlivet over the Earl of Argyll who was dispatched against them. When the news of this defeat reached the king at Dundee he displayed unwonted activity.
"What do you suppose will happen to you if you taste it, even if you drain it? What can one glass do? Nonsense. I've taken a whole bottle of Glenlivet in an evening then you might talk!" His hand played with the glasses, and watching him, Ringfield felt all the awful responsibility of his office.
It's an awfu'-like place; man! and Geordie began to warm up 'ye can juist smell the sulphur when ye gang in. But I dinna care aboot thae Temperance Soceeities, wi' their pledges an' havers; an' I canna see what hairm can come till a man by takin' a bottle o' guid Glenlivet hame wi' him. I canna bide thae teetotal buddies.
Two or three minutes and he was done, asking each person's name, titling the drawing beneath its over-sized head, signing it and wrapping it in clear plastic. He was magician and entertainer, eyes blue and shrewd, working hard, keeping the crowd alive. It was six o'clock before Joe realized it. He scooted back to the Moana. "Glenlivet and water, please, Gilbert."
It's good to see you, Penn." They sat at the end of a polished bar in one of the smaller casinos. "Feels strange to sit on a bar stool," Arthur said. "You get used to it. As an ex-doc, let me toast your health." "Thank you. And yours." There was a moment of silence appreciation for the Glenlivet and a chance to think back. "I've seen notice of you in the papers now and then," Penn said.
Her hair was brushed back; a small opal swung from each ear; something glittered around her eyes. "You look terrific." "Thank you." They sat at a table with a view of the mountains. "I don't drink much," she said as he ordered a Glenlivet and water. "I do know about Glenlivet. I'm Scots and Swedish." "Single malt wonderful stuff," he said. "I'll have a glass of Chardonnay.
There's some whisky in that bottle," pointing to a small cabinet, through the glass door of which gleamed the white label of "special Glenlivet." "Help yourself. It'll buck you up." Horrocks obeyed with alacrity, and the genial spirit considerably refreshed him. He then reseated himself opposite to his host, who had faced round from his desk.
A huge tree shaded a polygonal bar and a courtyard paved with stone. He ordered a Glenlivet. "Some tree! What kind is it?" "Banyan," the bartender said. "Oh." Hanging roots, dense green leaves, and thick nearly horizontal branches created an inviting world. Oliver imagined a tree house. He took a table in the shade and looked out over the ocean.
Fancy the luxury of having good Glenlivet in a cask again, with a tap half-way up, after the beastly stuff one got on the coast, or, worse still, what one gets up here and that's no whiskey at all!" "Well, you needn't worry about choosing your home drinks just now," said Kettle.
He was half an hour early at the Moana, wearing his best blue aloha shirt, his mustache trimmed, his fingers drumming on the bar. Gilbert brought him a Glenlivet and left him alone. At five minutes to five, Daisy walked out of the hotel and down the wide steps.
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