Pickwick, he applied himself with great interest to the port wine
and dessert, which had just been placed on the table.
The red wine
was poured in tumblers for all, and the long dining-room was partly cleared for dancing.
When he came to the forest the little old grey man met him likewise, and greeting him, said: 'Give me a piece of your cake and a drink out of your bottle; I am so hungry and thirsty.' Dummling answered: 'I have only cinder-cake and sour beer; if that pleases you, we will sit down and eat.' So they sat down, and when Dummling pulled out his cinder-cake, it was a fine sweet cake, and the sour beer had become good wine
. So they ate and drank, and after that the little man said:
Now an Englishman is an enemy; this port wine
belongs to the English, therefore it belongs to us."
You are Sulky, and want more wine
. Here, drink this!" and he poured out another goblet full and offered it to the cripple, who merely gazed at it, gasping for breath.
Heaven sent us excellent sport; I had twelve ships with me, and each ship got nine goats, while my own ship had ten; thus through the livelong day to the going down of the sun we ate and drank our fill, and we had plenty of wine
left, for each one of us had taken many jars full when we sacked the city of the Cicons, and this had not yet run out.
"Give him some more wine
, Fernand." Fernand filled Caderousse's glass, who, like the confirmed toper he was, lifted his hand from the paper and seized the glass.
She was one of the stupid lowly, she and her people before her--the ones that did the work, drove their oxen across the Plains, cleared and broke the virgin land, toiled all days and all hours, paid their taxes, and sent their sons and grandsons out to fight and die for the flag that gave them such ample protection that they were able to sell their wine
for twenty-two cents.
was red wine
, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled.
This proposal appealed to the hearts of all of them, save that the voluntary beggar objected to the flesh and wine
X had ordered the dinner, and when the wine
came on, he picked up a bottle, glanced at the label, and then turned to the grave, the melancholy, the sepulchral head waiter and said it was not the sort of wine
he had asked for.
'Twas ruled that he who quaffed no fancy's bowl Should drain the "Golden Valley"* cups of wine