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Think of getting all cooled off by a good long drive, and then the lov-e-ly Swiftwaite's white hand mixing you a good stiff highball!" "Nope. Nope. Sorry. Guess I won't," grumbled Kennicott. He was glad that Nat showed signs of going. But he was restless. He heard Carol on the stairs. "Come have a seat have the whole earth!" he shouted jovially. She did not answer his joviality.
I'll take another highball, if your Honor don't mind. "The next evening just at dark a couple of soldiers brought O'Connor down to the beach, where I was waiting under a cocoanut-tree. "'Hist! says I in his ear: 'Dona Isabel has arranged our escape. Not a word! "They rowed us in a boat out to a little steamer that smelled of table d'hote salad oil and bone phosphate.
Apparently there was no place left for even our hats, thoughtful gifts, fruits, candy and flowers, filled every inch of ordinary space. Christmas time was tame by comparison. Many were down to lunch, fortified by a highball, but at dinner, mal de mer had claimed its victims, and there were only a few brave spirits on deck to indulge in dancing the first night.
He helped himself to a mild highball in reluctant deference to his weight. "I've never seen her look so well," said Martin. Wondering whether to tell the truth about her state of mind, which his quick sophisticated eyes had very quickly mastered, Howard drank, and decided that he wouldn't. It would only make things uncomfortable for Martin and be of no service to Tootles.
"I wish I could offer you something stronger, but I'm not much of a drinker myself, so I don't usually take advantage of the officer's prerogative to smuggle liquor aboard," he said as he handed her the cup. She smiled up at him. "That's all right; I rarely drink, and when I do, it's either wine or a very diluted highball. Right now, this coffee will do me more good."
Once she remarked: "I don't see the good of getting nutty over a highball." Seeing that Janet was not to be led into controversy, she grew morose. Breakfast in Fillmore Street, never a lively meal, was more dismal than usual that morning, eaten to the accompaniment of slopping water from the roofs on the pavement of the passage.
Bulger, trailing whiffs of out-door air, had dropped into the Norcross offices to join the late afternoon drink. He sat now sipping his highball, tilted back with an affectation of ease. Norcross, in his regular place at the glass-covered desk, laid his glass down; and his gaze wandered again to the spire of Old Trinity and then, following down, to the churchyard at its foot.
He may lose his hand, or he may lose his life." Fortunately for Edith he moved on that speech to the side table, and mixed himself a highball. It gave her a moment to summon her scattered wits, to decide on a plan of action. Her early training on the streets, her recent months of deceit, helped her now. If he had expected any outburst from her it did not come.
"It couldn't have been." "You've been drinking!" said Janet, slowly. Lise giggled. "What's it to you, angel face!" she inquired. "Quiet down, now, and go bye-bye." Janet sprang from the bed, seized her by the shoulders, and shook her. She was limp. She began to whimper. "Cut it out leave me go. It ain't nothing to you what I do I just had a highball." Janet released her and drew back.
But they were not laughing with this man they were laughing at him. To them a man who talked after this fashion was either raving drunk or raving crazy. "You are Yale men, I presume," said Peter, finishing his highball and preparing another. They laughed again. "Na-ah." "So? I thought perhaps you might be members of that lowly section of the university known as the Sheffield Scientific School."
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