Pete drank the rest of his coffee and handed the cup to Cassie.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
Was the cup left here?
He took the cup from her hand.
Davis ate and then nursed a cup of coffee in silence.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
He turned, pausing with the cup of coffee half way to his lips.
Alex set his cup on the desk.
When they reached the house, she invited him in for a cup of coffee.
She finished her oatmeal and pored herself a cup of coffee.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
She poured him a cup of coffee and he glanced up at her.
He nodded, setting his cup on the counter.
He carried a white napkin upon his arm, and held the cup of wine very daintily with three of his fingers.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
She waited while he poured a cup of coffee.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.
Finally he took the cup of coffee from her hand and nodded.
Tell her there are a few bitter drops in every one's cup, and the only way is to take the bitter patiently, and the sweet thankfully.
Finally he sat the cup carefully on the table, avoiding her eyes when he spoke.
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
He held the cup for a few minutes, his neck growing red.
His gazed followed the coffee cup absently as he placed it on the table.
He set the tray down on the table and handed a steaming cup of coffee to Señor Medena.
Señor Medena leaned forward, cradling the cup of coffee in both hands.
Continuing to contemplate the cup, he finally spoke.
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.
He lifted the cup to take a sip and his eyes met hers accusatively.
He studied his cup of coffee, swishing the liquid around in it absently.
Lisa filled a cup for each of them, but Yancey wasn't interested.
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.
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.
Davis gulped the last of his coffee and turned the cup up side down on a rock so it would drain.
She stared into her cup, not wanting to say anything that would add fuel to the torch she suspected he was carrying for her.
Cassie sent him a measured look over her coffee cup before she spoke.
Pete's eyes were twinkling as he took his plate and a cup of coffee.
Noticing Bordeaux was the only one who didn't have coffee, she poured another cup and handed it to him.
She pored herself a cup and started breakfast, wondering where Bordeaux was.
Davis turned his cup up side down on the rock, but he didn't leave the fire.
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.
He stared down at the cup absently.
Still, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
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.
He rinsed his cup and turned from the sink.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
She stopped, suddenly aware that Cade was propped against the kitchen door jam, nursing a cup of coffee.
He sauntered to the stove and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee.
He took a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee.
She poured him a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She glanced up as he walked across the floor and poured a cup of coffee.
He sipped the hot coffee and lowered the cup, staring down into the dark liquid.
Finally she cleared the table while he sat back with a cup of coffee.
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.
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.
But when my teacher presented me with a canary, my cup of happiness overflowed.
No child ever drank deeper of the cup of bitterness than I did.
Near the landing there is a beautiful little spring, which Helen calls "squirrel-cup," because I told her the squirrels came there to drink.
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 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?
"A cup of vodka for the men from me," he added so that the soldiers could hear.
The old woman, lowering her eyes but casting side glances at the newcomers, had turned her cup upside down and placed a nibbled bit of sugar beside it, and sat quietly in her armchair, though hoping to be offered another cup of tea.
Napoleon sat down, toying with his Sevres coffee cup, and motioned Balashev to a chair beside him.
"And let him know that I will do so!" said Napoleon, rising and pushing his cup away with his hand.
"Well, it seems to be getting quieter," remarked Ferapontov, finishing his third cup of tea and getting up.
They consisted of a box for cards, of splendid workmanship, a bright- blue Sevres tea cup with shepherdesses depicted on it and with a lid, and a gold snuffbox with the count's portrait on the lid which Pierre had had done by a miniaturist in Petersburg.
Alex set his cup down beside hers.
She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
She was cleaning the coffee pot and Alex was reclining in a chair at the table, enjoying the last cup of coffee.
Giddon was leaning against the kitchen sink, frowning into a cup of coffee when she entered.
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
My grandmother used to say, "There is many a slip between cup and lip."
The same faces, the same talk, Papa holding his cup and blowing in the same way! thought Natasha, feeling with horror a sense of repulsion rising up in her for the whole household, because they were always the same.
"This is my cup," said he.