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Stewards long after they had cleared away the remains of supper from the long central table chinked money at the desk and discussed the racing stables of the world with a loudly dressed, red-faced man who, judging from the popping of corks, absorbed whiskies and sodas at the rate of three a minute. I understood then how thoughts of murder arose in the human brain.
Here Teddy interrupted himself to order whiskies and soda of a metropolitan Bashi-Bazouk who happened to pass along the gallery; and to go stumbling over to his pockets, in his swaddling towels, for cigarettes and matches. And the rest of his discourse was less coherent. "Then I did feel it was a toss-up between my razor and a charge of shot!
Maria la Chivato," "And that girl's?" "La Tarugo." Tarugo, who was a buxom, gipsy-like Malaguena, sat down beside Leandro, and they started a conversation in hushed tones. The waiter approached. "Let's have four whiskies," ordered Chivato. "For this chap is going to drink, too," she added, turning to Manuel and seizing his arm. "Hey, you there, lad!"
After three strong whiskies and sodas a man is apt to relax hold of his discretion.... Anyhow, he jerked me back to my position of host. I made some sort of polite reply. He smiled. "You, my dear Meredyth, like the rest of the country, are half asleep. In a few months' time you'll get the awakening of your life." He began to discourse on the diplomatic situation.
Farther away, over field and bogland, the whiskies did their excellent ancient service of watering the dry and drying the damp, to the toast of 'Lord Larrian, God bless him! he's an honour to the old country! and a bit of a sigh to follow, hints of a story, and loud laughter, a drink, a deeper sigh, settling into conversation upon the brave Lord Larrian's deeds, and an Irish regiment he favoured had no taste for the enemy without the backing of his 'boys. Not he.
He slept for a day and a night, and when he awoke he asked for food. In a fortnight he was well. It was past midnight when Winter and I rowed back to shore and we had drunk innumerable whiskies and sodas. "What do you think of it all?" asked Winter. "What a question! If you mean, have I any explanation to suggest, I haven't." "The captain believes every word of it."
In his room, however, re-establishing his sense of comfort, he found, on a low table by the bed, a choice of whiskies, charged water, cigarettes, nectarines, orange-brown mangoes, and black Belgian grapes, Attached to an electric plug was a small coffee percolator; for the morning, Lee gathered. His pajamas, his dressing gown and slippers, were conveniently laid at his hand.
"Take that half a dollar, boy," ordered McBane, "an' go 'cross the street to Mr. Sykes's, and tell him to send me three whiskies. Bring back the change, and make has'e." The captain tossed the half dollar at Jerry, who, looking to one side, of course missed it. He picked the money up, however, and backed out of the room.
Glasses were knocked over. Whiskies and sodas were poured out in libations upon the carpet. The protests of the barmaids were unheeded or unheard. Julian whirled Cuckoo into the throng, and Valentine, snapping his long white fingers like castanets, stamped his feet as if to the measure of a wild music.
White are disgraceful, sitting and drinking whiskies and sodas and enjoying yourselves, when you ought to have been walking round the gardens being properly bored." "I came to enjoy myself and I have done so," Kendrick assured her. "To add to my satisfaction, I have met my biggest client at least he is my biggest client when he feels like doing things." "Do you feel like doing things now, Mr.
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