half-remaining

Updated: May 2, 2025

She swallowed the stone-cold, half-remaining coffee in her cup and rose and stretched herself, arms and back and bust, like a magnificent animal, the dark green, silken knitted jumper that she wore revealing all her great and careless curves, and drew a long breath and smiled at me. "I've not slept for two nights and I've walked twelve miles this morning. I'll turn in till dinner." She yawned.

William John Locke - The Mountebank