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The Duke, who was well instructed and liked to be talked to, sipped his claret, and was rather amused by Rigby's lecture, particularly by one or two statements characterised by Rigby's happy audacity, but which the Duke was too indolent to question. Lord Fitz-Booby listened with his mouth open, but rather bored.
The stranger mechanically sipped the contents of his glass, and then, without having altered his reluctant expression, drew from his breast-pocket a number of old letters. Holding them displayed in his fingers like a difficult hand of cards, and with something of the air of a dispirited player, he began: "You see, about six months after this yer trouble I got this letter."
Having remained a considerable time in the hall where the trial was going on, the agonized state of the prisoner and sickening details of the murder caused a disinclination for the present to continue my perambulations, so I stepped into the Café de l'Independence, in Broadway, and called for a port-wine sangaree, endeavouring, while I sipped it, smoked a cigar, and read the Courier and Inquirer, to forget the scene I had just witnessed.
Would you consider it rude if I asked who the young lady is?" Nat Lawson slowly deposited the tray and chuckled to himself. Unconsciously he raised his head proudly. "That is my daughter, sir, my daughter, Cristy. I'm sorry that just now she is not at home." Phil Kendrick sipped his drink with what he flattered himself was a fine show of unconcern. He even smacked his lips and complimented Mr.
Hardie took it from his favourite's lithe white hand, and smiled on her: he should not have to go to a foreign land after all: who would believe a madman if he should rave about his thousands ? He sipped his tea luxuriously, and presently delivered himself thus, with bland self-satisfaction: "My dear Alfred, some time ago you wished to marry a young lady without fortune.
She woke and sipped up the water from the cup eagerly, and then looked up at him, as if to ask for something more. Rags soaked the crusty bread in the water, and put it to the baby's lips, but after nibbling at it eagerly she shook her head and looked up at him again with such reproachful pleading in her eyes, that Rags felt her silence more keenly than the worst abuse he had ever received.
He sipped his wine, and went on meditatively "Morals have their court of equity as well as the law of the land: and with us" the Vicar was an old-fashioned Churchman "that court is the private conscience. In this affair you insisted on putting your conscience into my hands.
Svidrigailov struck the table with his fist impatiently. He was flushed. Raskolnikov saw clearly that the glass or glass and a half of champagne that he had sipped almost unconsciously was affecting him and he resolved to take advantage of the opportunity. He felt very suspicious of Svidrigailov.
A crowd of people, mostly foreigners, were sitting about the place. Julien, as he sipped his vermouth, noticed a familiar face nearly opposite him a young, somewhat sandy-complexioned man, quietly dressed, insignificant, and yet with some sort of personality. "I wonder who that fellow is?" he remarked. "I seem to know his face." Kendricks looked incuriously across the room.
She sipped the last of her coffee, and arose, saying, "I'll wait until you are in a better temper before taking up the discussion again. That is what's the matter with you. You get angry too easily. Will you come swimming? The tide is just right."
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