In no Palace Hotel would drink have cost such an extraordinary sum.
In a few moments the sailor felt a fraternal affection for these three youths to whom he gave the nickname of the "Three Musketeers," He wished to treat them to the very best which the canteen afforded, so the proprietor produced a bottle of champagne or rather ptisan from Rheims, presenting it as though it were an elixir fabricated of gold.
The amber liquid, bubbling in the glasses, seemed to bring the three youths back to their former existence.

Boiled by the sun and the inclemency of the weather, habituated to the hard life of war, they had almost forgotten the softness and luxuriant conveniences of former years.
Ulysses examined them attentively.

In the course of the campaign they had grown with youth's last rapid growth.

Their arms were sticking out to an ungainly degree from the sleeves of their coats, already too short for them.

The rude gymnastic exercise of the marches, with the management of the shovel, had broadened their wrists and calloused their hands.
The memory of his own son surged up in his memory.