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Not going to pull out those hinges." The other man shook his head. "I sanded her up good you know finished it nice." The waitress bent forward and tapped her cigarette on an ashtray hidden behind the counter. "You want more coffee, Herbert?" "Don't believe I will." Herbert turned to his friend. "What do you say?" "Don't get paid for sitting."

Every now and then she would think of some trifle to beautify it further a drawing from her sitting room her oldest pewter plate for another ashtray a pine pillow from her bedroom. Elliston's fat legs became so tired with ceaselessly trotting back and forth behind her that he began to cry with fatigue, and was put to bed for his nap. Rosamond waked, demanding dinner and amusement.

Agapoulos swiftly produced an ashtray and received the ash on it in the manner of a churchwarden collecting half a crown from a pew-holder. "I think," continued Grantham indifferently, "that it will be the dances. Two of them are over fifty." "Ah!" said Agapoulos thoughtfully; "not, of course, the ordinary programme?" Major Grantham looked up at him with lazy insolence. "Why ask?" he inquired.

On the low table was a fifth of Haig & Haig, a siphon, two glasses, a glass bowl containing water that had evidently melted from ice-cubes, and an ashtray. In the ashtray were a number of River's cigarette butts, all holder-crimped, and a quantity of ash, some of it cigar-ash. There was no cigar-butt, and no band or cellophane wrapper.

It was not large, and he had to go down a flight for his bath; the gas burner over the bed whistled; the dust was rather startling after the clean country; but it was cheap, and his sense of adventure more than compensated. Mrs. Purp, the landlady, pleased him greatly. She was very maternal, and urged him not to bolt his meals in armchair lunches. She put an ashtray in his room. Gissing sent Mrs.

He let the ash of his cigar fall delicately to the floor another action which seemed significant to his employer. As a rule, his assistants, unless particularly pleased with themselves, used the ashtray. "My first act on arriving," Oakes said, "was to have a talk with Mrs. Pickett. A very dull old woman." "Curious. She struck me as rather intelligent." "Not on your life.

Isabel led the young man upstairs and showed him into the room of which he had so many charming memories. Though he knew it so well he could not repress the exclamation of delight which it always wrung from him. She looked round with a smile. "I think it's a success," she said. "The main thing is that it's right. There's not even an ashtray that isn't of the period."

"No problem," said Sang Huin as he took the cigarette and smashed it into an ashtray a few feet away and then walked back to where he was. "I feel a bit foolish." He chortled for a couple of seconds nervously. "I was seated alone, really, not liking that feeling as much as I thought I would; and then I noticed you. I've seen you before on a subway: you and your dog. It was a few days ago.

Entering the office quietly, they found her seated facing the big viewscreen, smoking and watching a couple of enlisted men of the First Kwannon Native Infantry at work in another room where the pickup was. There were close to a dozen lipstick-tinted cigarette butts in the ashtray beside her. Her private face wasn't particularly happy.

Sebastian MacMaine let out his breath slowly, and only then realized that he had been holding it. "I am grateful, my sibling-by-choice," he said. General Tallis tapped his cigarette ash into a large blue ceramic ashtray. MacMaine could smell the acrid smoke from the alien plant matter that burned in the Kerothi cigarette a chopped-up inner bark from a Kerothi tree.