If only the wind was a little more that way, and the covers taken off the sauce-boats, and the gravy--ah, do I perceive a fine fragrance, or is it a desirous imagination ?" "Bah! you are of the cold-blood, the wicked self-command.

For me it is either to rush in, or rush away.

No longer can I hold my nose and mouth.
And behold they have wine--grand wine--the wine of Sillery, of Medoc, of Barsac, and of Burgundy! By the bottles I can tell them, and by all the Saints--" "Be not so excited, for you cannot smack the lips.

It is too late now to envy them their solids, because they have made such speed with them.

But listen, my dear friend"-- and here the tall man whispered into the ear of his brisk companion, who danced with delight in the ungenial hedge, till his face was scarred with brambles.
"It is magnificent, it is droll, it is what you call in England one grand spree, though of that you understand not the signification.