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.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
When they reached the house, she invited him in for a cup of coffee.
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.
There he stretched out his long legs and sipped at the cup of coffee.
Since they all lived in the same apartment complex, and the evening was early, Adrienne invited them to her apartment for a cup of coffee.
Brandon stepped over to the stove and poured a cup of coffee.
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.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
She finished her oatmeal and pored herself a cup of coffee.
Pete drank the rest of his coffee and handed the cup to Cassie.
Davis ate and then nursed a cup of coffee in silence.
She poured a cup of coffee and delivered it to him - along with a cheerful smile.
Promptly at nine, she removed her apron and crossed to the table where Cade sat nursing his fifth cup of coffee.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
He nodded, setting his cup on the counter.
By journeying through the glass mountain they had reached a delightful valley that was shaped like the hollow of a great cup, with another rugged mountain showing on the other side of it, and soft and pretty green hills at the ends.
He carried a white napkin upon his arm, and held the cup of wine very daintily with three of his fingers.
It is the rule and custom of the cupbearer to pour out a little of the wine and taste it before handing the cup to me.
My grandmother used to say, "There is many a slip between cup and lip."
In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk.
No child ever drank deeper of the cup of bitterness than I did.
TO MRS. WILLIAM THAW 12 Newbury Street, Boston, December 19th, 1898. ...I realize now what a selfish, greedy girl I was to ask that my cup of happiness should be filled to overflowing, without stopping to think how many other people's cups were quite empty.
This morning Nancy, her favourite doll, seemed to have some difficulty about swallowing the milk that was being administered to her in large spoonfuls; for Helen suddenly put down the cup and began to slap her on the back and turn her over on her knees, trotting her gently and patting her softly all the time.
My furniture, part of which I made myself--and the rest cost me nothing of which I have not rendered an account--consisted of a bed, a table, a desk, three chairs, a looking-glass three inches in diameter, a pair of tongs and andirons, a kettle, a skillet, and a frying-pan, a dipper, a wash-bowl, two knives and forks, three plates, one cup, one spoon, a jug for oil, a jug for molasses, and a japanned lamp.
I am no worshipper of Hygeia, who was the daughter of that old herb-doctor Ã†sculapius, and who is represented on monuments holding a serpent in one hand, and in the other a cup out of which the serpent sometimes drinks; but rather of Hebe, cup-bearer to Jupiter, who was the daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, and who had the power of restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth.
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!
Will you give me a cup of tea?
"There is nothing so refreshing after a sleepless night as a cup of this delicious Russian tea," Lorrain was saying with an air of restrained animation as he stood sipping tea from a delicate Chinese handleless cup before a table on which tea and a cold supper were laid in the small circular room.
"A cup of vodka for the men from me," he added so that the soldiers could hear.
Was the cup left here?