Nor did she look at the juxtaposition of cigar
and finger, although she knew by the evidence of her nose that it still obtained.
Besides my cigar
, do you smell anything else--vile, abominable, overpowering, indescribable, never-never-never-smelt before?
Dunster went on, although his cigar
was burning itself out, "that you have broken the seal of my dispatches?
and Rose looked up at the bonny Prince, who never looked less bonny than at that moment, for he had resumed his cigar
just to torment her.
But she don't mind,' he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar
You big fella fool too much," Van Horn retorted harshly, dropping his gun into the stern-sheets, motioning to rowers and steersman to turn the boat around, and puffing his cigar
as carelessly casual as if, the moment before, life and death had not been the debate.
light blue' seizes my cigar
from between my fingers, and, wheugh
Coulson said, sticking his cigar
in a corner of his mouth and leaning back in a comfortable attitude, "but it does seem to me that you are none too rapid on this side in clearing up these matters.
May I suggest, Schoolmaster,' said Eugene, removing his fast- waning cigar
from his lips to glance at it, 'that you can now take your pupil away.
But the law insists on your smoking your cigar
, sir, when you have once chosen it.
He looked particularly at me, as if it struck him that I should be better for a dose, so that I bowed to him and left him with the women, going down to smoke a cigar
in the garden.
Atkinson was leaning against a tree with a listless face; Quinton's wife was still at her window; the doctor had gone strolling round the end of the conservatory; they could see his cigar
like a will-o'-the-wisp; and the fakir still sat rigid and yet rocking, while the trees above him began to rock and almost to roar.