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 ate and then nursed a cup of coffee in silence.
Was the cup left here?
When they reached the house, she invited him in for a cup of coffee.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
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.
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.
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 picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
She waited while he poured a cup of coffee.
He turned, pausing with the cup of coffee half way to his lips.
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.
He held the cup for a few minutes, his neck growing red.
Finally he sat the cup carefully on the table, avoiding her eyes when he spoke.
She was cleaning the coffee pot and Alex was reclining in a chair at the table, enjoying the last cup of coffee.
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.
Alex set his cup on the desk.
Señor Medena leaned forward, cradling the cup of coffee in both hands.
Continuing to contemplate the cup, he finally spoke.
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.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
Near the landing there is a beautiful little spring, which Helen calls "squirrel-cup," because I told her the squirrels came there to drink.
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.
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.