"I'll get us some coffee," she said, heading for the kitchen.
In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
Candy spilled across the coffee table and a glass bowl was shoved in front of her mouth.
Finally he took the cup of coffee from her hand and nodded.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and lifted that piercing gaze to her face.
He studied his cup of coffee, swishing the liquid around in it absently.
He dumped the rest of his coffee in the sink and left the room.
Chris grinned and clutched her coffee cup.
He stared down at his cup and swirled the coffee around absently.
He nodded and she waited, but he never took his eyes off the coffee cup, and remained silent.
She sipped her coffee and eyed him suspiciously.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
She accepted the coffee and scowled into the tin cup.
The big German accepted a cup of coffee from Davis and squatted beside Royce at the fire.
He focused his attention on the coffee in his cup, swirling it while he avoided her probing gaze.
Someone had a fire going and a pot of coffee on.
She poured a cup of coffee and delivered it to him - along with a cheerful smile.
She poured him a cup of coffee and he glanced up at her.
Working as fast as she could, she started a pot of coffee and sliced some ham.
He stomped his boots and shook white flakes from his hat and coat before entering the house Cynthia poured them both a cup of coffee as he washed at the sink.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
What if it surfaced that people who drink a certain kind of coffee have, on average, higher incomes and, further, that people who switch to this coffee subsequently make more money?
At dawn I was awakened by the smell of coffee, the rattling of guns, and the heavy footsteps of the men as they strode about, promising themselves the greatest luck of the season.
One large bundle held their all--bed, coffee-mill, looking-glass, hens--all but the cat; she took to the woods and became a wild cat, and, as I learned afterward, trod in a trap set for woodchucks, and so became a dead cat at last.
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
Like many of my contemporaries, I had rarely for many years used animal food, or tea, or coffee, etc.; not so much because of any ill effects which I had traced to them, as because they were not agreeable to my imagination.
I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea!
Next morning when the valet came into the room with his coffee, Pierre was lying asleep on the ottoman with an open book in his hand.
It's well that the charitable Prussian ladies send us two pounds of coffee and some lint each month or we should be lost! he laughed.
After dinner, when the footman handed coffee and from habit began with the princess, the prince suddenly grew furious, threw his stick at Philip, and instantly gave instructions to have him conscripted for the army.
When they went into the drawing room where coffee was served, the old men sat together.
After Mass, when they had finished their coffee in the dining room where the loose covers had been removed from the furniture, a servant announced that the carriage was ready, and Marya Dmitrievna rose with a stern air.