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Updated: May 20, 2025
In the long winter evenings the family assembles in the sitting-room, and all kill time as best they can. Ivan Ivan'itch smokes and meditates or listens to the barrel-organ played by one of the children. Maria Petrovna knits a stocking. The old aunt, who commonly spends the winter with them, plays Patience, and sometimes draws from the game conclusions as to the future.
With old men it is too often different. They do not belong so much indoors as women do. They have no pretty little manual occupations. The old lady knits or stitches so long as her eyes and fingers will let her. The old man smokes his pipe, but does not know what to do with his fingers, unless he plays upon some instrument, or has a mechanical turn which finds business for them.
"Because you were present; but I know for a fact that he smokes behind your back, and he smokes almost constantly." "I cannot believe it. Merriwell would tell me." "Would he? Ha! ha! ha! You don't know Frank Merriwell yet, but you will find him out.
Was he thinkin' of home, of his humble cot in the shadow of Ben Lomond? He was not, for he never had a home in the shadow of Ben Lomond. Was he thinkin' sadly of the meanness o' his superior officer who had left one common seegair in his box and had said, 'Tam, go into my quarters and help yourself to the smokes'?"
Elinor does precisely what she wants to do. She wears outlandish clothes. She smokes and I'm afraid drinks. And dances dreadfully. Just like the other girls no better, no worse. But with all that I think she's good. I feel the same as Jane feels about that. In spite of this this modern stuff I believe all the girls are fundamentally the same as ten years ago."
I could have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is at mass, that the chimney in my father Fauchelevent's room smokes, that Nicolette has sent for the chimney-sweep, that Toussaint and Nicolette have already quarrelled, that Nicolette makes sport of Toussaint's stammer. Well, you shall know nothing.
'My father's wery much in that line now. If my mother-in-law blows him up, he whistles. She flies in a passion, and breaks his pipe; he steps out, and gets another. Then she screams wery loud, and falls into 'sterics; and he smokes wery comfortably till she comes to agin. That's philosophy, Sir, ain't it? 'A very good substitute for it, at all events, replied Mr. Pickwick, laughing.
The Czar has been appealed to, and he does not say no." "Ah! that is good news," she said. "He must be greatly bored at Maisons; poor Vogotzine!" "He smokes, drinks, takes the dogs out " The dogs! Marsa started. Those hounds would survive Menko, herself, the love which she now tasted as the one joy of her life! Mechanically her lips murmured, too low to be heard: "Ortog! Bundas!"
"Will he think so when he hears that his greatest enemy is fed in the camp of his children? When he is told a bloody Yengee smokes at your fire? That the pale face who has slain so many of his friends goes in and out among the Delawares? Go! my great Canada father is not a fool!" "Where is the Yengee that the Delawares fear?" returned the other; "who has slain my young men?
It's a very horrid thing to say so. Wouldn't you like to smoke a cigar? You may, you know. Papa always smokes out here, because he says Mr. Groschut can't see him." "Mr. Groschut is at Rudham," said Jack, as he took a cigar out of his case and lit it. "At Rudham? What promotion!" "He didn't seem to me to be a first-class sort of a fellow."
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