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"When?" asked Vernon, and he sipped his Vermouth; "not straight away?" "Bless me, no! Months and months. That picture in your studio gave her the distaste for all men for quite a long time. We took her home, her father and me: by the way, he and she are tremendous chums now." "Well?" "You don't want me to tell you the sweet secret tale of their betrothal? He just came down at Christmas it was.
From time to time the Parson sipped his glass, and Sir Peter less frequently did the same. It is needless to say that Mr. Mivers eschewed toddy; but beside him, on a chair, was a tumbler and a large carafe of iced water. SIR PETER. "Cousin Mivers, you have now had time to study Kenelm, and to compare his character with that assigned to him in the Doctor's letter." "Ay."
One night, when Tancrede was acting, and the court of the chateau was full of carriages and servants, there arrived, as ill luck would have it, a cask of the best chambertin that ever came from Burgundy; his own people could not attend to it, and the cask remained at his cellar door; the servants contrived to get at it, and while their masters and mistresses were shedding tears at the tragedy, they sipped the poet's wine.
And remunerate me he did; scribbled something on a scrap of paper, which I presented to the cashier. The sum was eighteen dollars. Behold me saved! He sipped his coffee again. 'I have never come across an English editor who treated me with anything like that consideration and general kindliness.
Francis and his men were too mean, too silly, too despicable, and too easily bribed to hold to any union or to carry out any policy.... He sipped his wine slowly. It was a little cold, so he set it down beside the fire. He wanted to go to bed, but the Archbishop was coming to hear how Henry had received his Queen, and to pour out his fears. Fears!
Looking round he saw the gazelle looking at him with an expression in its beautiful eyes that said plainly, "Give me my share." "You shall have it, my dear," said the artist, handing the creature a roll, with which it retired contentedly to its cushion. "Perhaps," thought the youth, as he pensively sipped his coffee, "this room may be sometimes used by Hester!
The Major sipped his bitters, and then added: "Or I'll tell you what; if you must do something, start a newspaper the drama, society, and letters, that sort of thing, with pictures. I heard Miss Tavish say she wished she had a newspaper." "But," said Jack, with gravity, "I'm not buying a yacht for Miss Tavish." "I didn't suppose you were. Devilish fine girl, though.
Now it sipped at the saucer of sweet stuff, now hovered over it, now was lost in the dark, and now fluttered up or slid down the pane, lured by the beam of the candle. If he was not to lose it, there was but one thing to do. With his eyes fixed, moth-mad, on the window, he glided in, passed the two sleepers, and stealthily lifted the sash with one hand, the other poising the net.
Sangster filled a glass with soda water and brought it over to where Jimmy sat huddled up in the big chair. He looked a pitiable enough object he wanted shaving, and he had not troubled to put on his collar; his feet were thrust into an old pair of bedroom slippers. He sipped the soda and pushed it away angrily. "I don't want that damned muck," he said savagely.
Mr Benson chafed a little internally at the leisurely way in which his sister sipped and sipped, and paused to tell him some trifling particular respecting home affairs, which she had forgotten before. "Mr Bradshaw has refused to let the children associate with the Dixons any longer, because one evening they played at acting charades." "Indeed; a little more bread and butter, Faith?" "Thank you.
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