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Updated: May 15, 2025
In the island of Jersey the older inhabitants used to light fires under large iron pots full of water, in which they placed silver articles as spoons, mugs, &c., and then knocked the silver against the iron with the idea of scaring away all evil spirits. Sometimes bones were burnt in the fire, for we are told in a quaint homily on the Feast of St.
Stanley had already learned, from them, all they knew of what had happened after he had been stunned by the bullet. Two of them had crossed the rivulet, before being wounded; and these said that they believed all the white officers had been killed, but that they thought most of the troops had got away. "It is more than they deserved," Stanley said indignantly. "I don't say much about the Mugs.
The whole thing had been So sudden that none of the spectators had time to think of interfering. The other soldiers ran to Christophe drawing their sabers. The peasants flung themselves at them. The uproar became general. Mugs flew across the room; the tables were overturned. The peasants woke up; they had old scores to pay off. The men rolled about on the ground and bit each other savagely.
Before these two stood a couple of mugs of beer, which they drank slowly and in silence. "You are making a great mistake, my dear," said Hyacinthe with a frank laugh, "if you are looking for brigands in disguise. That poor fellow with the pale face, who surely doesn't have food to eat every day, was my schoolfellow at Condorcet!" Bergaz expressed his amazement. "What! you knew Mathis at Condorcet!
Men met in the small public-houses and over their mugs of beer discussed the possibilities of emigrating to Canada or New Zealand, for "there'll be no more farm work worth doin' round 'ere" they all declared "Mister Jocelyn wanted MEN, an' paid 'em well for workin' LIKE men! but it'll all be machines now." Meanwhile, the Reverend Mr. Medwin, M.A., had arrived at Briar Farm.
But the tea must have sugar; and I could not bear that they should drink it out of mugs, without any teaspoons; so to please myself I sent for a little delf ware and a few pewter spoons. Little by little my list grew. I found that Darry knew something about letters; could write a bit; and would prize the means of writing as a very rare treasure and pleasure.
You should have been standing outside, looking in at the window just the time that supper was over. Wouldn't you have seen some busy young folks, clearing the tables and washing the dining-room ware! And you would have seen the clean, white mugs and plates put up in huge piles in the dining-room closet. The dance would commence.
Then Ginger Mooney lifted her mug of tea and proposed Maria's health while all the other women clattered with their mugs on the table, and said she was sorry she hadn't a sup of porter to drink it in.
The place is often crowded at night there is scarcely room to sit or stand, the atmosphere is thick with smoke, and a hoarse roar of jarring voices fills it, above which rises the stave of a song shouted in one unvarying key from some corner. Money pours in apace the draughts are deep, and long, and frequent, the mugs are large, the thirst insatiate.
She raised her eyes, and, her look seeming to tell him that this was his moment, he turned to see if they were watched. At their feet a pile of plates and teacups slept in a broad flood of sunlight, and three rooms away the boys on high ladders dusted the mugs. 'What a pretty child you must have been! I can fancy you with your black hair falling about your shoulders.
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