Could I have a glass of water?
He set a glass of Coke on the counter before her.
I took them off and showed her that the two wooden ones must go on first, then the glass bead.
The captain showed me Columbus's cabin and the desk with an hour-glass on it.
I shook my head and took them all off and made her feel of the two wooden beads and the one glass bead.
It was senseless to look elsewhere, as both had been present when Cynthia placed the small fragment in the cut glass enclosure.
Picking up the glass of orange juice, he took a swallow.
As the horse ambled along, drawing the buggy, the people of the glass city made way for them and formed a procession in their rear.
Finally, his intent gaze left the glass and found hers.
Either that or change my eye glass prescription.
Daniela observed her for a moment then replaced the cup with a glass filled with the alcohol.
If there are, they are liable to be glass oats!
He took the glass from her hand and sipped it.
Yancey put his glass down and stood, moving around the table to take her by the arm.
Finally he lifted his glass of tea in a half salute to her.
Sofia drank another glass of water and forced her attention to her list.
He set down his glass, and taking Cynthia's hand, retreated from the parlor to the kitchen, without even bothering to make an excuse.
Daniela refilled the glass without asking, and Deidre drank more.
A full wine glass sat in front of the seat.
Proud of herself, she sipped from a glass of wine.
"We'll leave you to talk," Andre said, raising his glass in greeting to his father.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
The man had taken a step or two across the glass roof before he noticed the presence of the strangers; but then he stopped abruptly.
Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass hall.
There were paths through these gardens, and over some of the brooks were ornamental glass bridges.
Then the boy returned to one of the upper rooms, and in spite of the hardness of the glass bench was soon deep in slumberland.
This time she put on the glass bead first and the two wooden ones next.
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.
Many a traveller came out of his way to see me and the inside of my house, and, as an excuse for calling, asked for a glass of water.
Denisov, who was living luxuriously because the soldiers of his squadron liked him, had also a board in the roof at the farther end, with a piece of (broken but mended) glass in it for a window.
He dried a glass carefully, studying it against the light for spots.
"You're right, I do forget," he answered roughly and slammed his glass down on the counter.
She careened into a table and heard glass crashing as the table corner tore a stripe down her forearm.
Oops. You know, a bartender who fills the glass so high it spills over on the napkin and he has to say 'oops'?
His eyes glowed turquoise, and he held a glass of wine in one hand.
He lifted his eyebrows towards the glass in front of her.
Wynn lounged in his seat at the garden table, an empty wine glass before him.
He should've taken some satisfaction at the full glass of wine.
A second glass led her to think it was all her fault.
Not to interrupt this lover's spat, but I could use a glass of wine.
She grabbed a glass, returning to the counter.
He retrieved her glass from the basin of the sink and poured her more wine.
Kris asked as he poured himself a second glass of whiskey.
Kris accepted the glass of whiskey but avoided Jade's extended hand.
Completely free, she relaxed and accepted a glass of champagne from one of the wait staff and waded toward the buffet.
Saluting the bartender with her glass, she started to move away when a warm hand on her forearm stopped her.
"We have similar taste in alcohol," he said, and lifted his glass to her.
Here and there were groups of houses that seemed made of clear glass, because they sparkled so brightly.
They seemed to be falling right into the middle of a big city which had many tall buildings with glass domes and sharp-pointed spires.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.
The rainbow tints from the colored suns fell upon the glass city softly and gave to the buildings many delicate, shifting hues which were very pretty to see.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
Did the glass houses in your city grow, too?
Several Mangaboos came forward with glass spades and dug a hole in the ground.
The people of Mangaboo now formed themselves into a procession and marched toward the glass city to escort their new ruler to her palace and to perform those ceremonies proper to the occasion.
Following these halls they discovered many small rooms opening from them, and some were furnished with glass benches, tables and chairs.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
Next the Wizard poured a pool of oil from the can upon the glass floor, where it covered quite a broad surface.
Before long they neared the Black Pit, where a busy swarm of Mangaboos, headed by their Princess, was engaged in piling up glass rocks before the entrance.
The sides of the tunnel showed before them like the inside of a long spy-glass, and the floor became more level.
I'll get my spy-glass, and then you can see it more plainly.
If you are in a desert dying of thirst, you value the first glass of water very highly, the second glass a bit less, and the 802nd not at all.
What we need to make its parts—iron ore to make steel, rubber to make tires, sand to make glass, petroleum to make plastics—is generally a few cents' worth of raw materials.
Once there were eleven tadpoles in a glass globe set in a window full of plants.
He had made his leap, he had seen the great world, and was content to stay in his pretty glass house under the big fuchsia tree until he attained the dignity of froghood.
If she finds anything in her way, she flings it on the floor, no matter what it is: a glass, a pitcher, or even a lamp.
It seems Viney had attempted to take a glass, which Helen was filling with stones, fearing that she would break it.
The fairies promised obedience and soon started on their journey, dragging the great glass jars and vases along, as well as they could, and now and then grumbling a little at having such hard work to do, for they were idle fairies, and liked play better than work.
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.
To be intoxicated by a single glass of wine; I have experienced this pleasure when I have drunk the liquor of the esoteric doctrines.
Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.
It is well known that a large plate of glass will have a green tint, owing, as the makers say, to its "body," but a small piece of the same will be colorless.
It is like molten glass cooled but not congealed, and the few motes in it are pure and beautiful like the imperfections in glass.
I raised the glass, and he went off over the window-sill in that crippled state.
Pierre drank one glass after another, looking from under his brows at the tipsy guests who were again crowding round the window, and listening to their chatter.
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
"Go on, you must drink it all," said Anatole, giving Pierre the last glass, "or I won't let you go!"
One of the footmen who had stooped to pick up some broken glass remained in that position without taking his eyes from the window and from Dolokhov's back.
He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.
The large table covered with books and plans, the tall glass-fronted bookcases with keys in the locks, the high desk for writing while standing up, on which lay an open exercise book, and the lathe with tools laid ready to hand and shavings scattered around--all indicated continuous, varied, and orderly activity.
"Yes, so it is, so it is," said the general angrily, lowering the field glass and shrugging his shoulders, "so it is!
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.
The two generals and the adjutant took hold of the field glass, trying to snatch it from one another.
"There will be many toasts, it's time to begin," he whispered, and taking up his glass, he rose.
"To the health of our Sovereign, the Emperor!" he roared, "Hurrah!" and emptying his glass at one gulp he dashed it to the floor.
When the voices subsided, the footmen cleared away the broken glass and everybody sat down again, smiling at the noise they had made and exchanging remarks.
As soon as the singing was over, another and another toast was proposed and Count Ilya Rostov became more and more moved, more glass was smashed, and the shouting grew louder.
Pierre, with downcast eyes, drank out of his glass without looking at Dolokhov or answering him.
He laid down the seven of hearts, on which with a broken bit of chalk he had written "800 rubles" in clear upright figures; he emptied the glass of warm champagne that was handed him, smiled at Dolokhov's words, and with a sinking heart, waiting for a seven to turn up, gazed at Dolokhov's hands which held the pack.
Those broad, reddish hands, with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt cuffs, laid down the pack and took up a glass and a pipe that were handed him.
He took the glass with the drops and again went up to the cot.
But he scowled at her angrily though also with suffering in his eyes, and stooped glass in hand over the infant.
Princess Mary shrugged her shoulders but took the glass submissively and calling the nurse began giving the medicine.
She was still sitting before a looking-glass with a dressing jacket thrown over her slender shoulders.
Sonya passed to the pantry with a glass in her hand.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
With Sonya's help and the maid's, Natasha got the glass she held into the right position opposite the other; her face assumed a serious expression and she sat silent.
"Of course she will!" whispered Natasha, but did not finish... suddenly Sonya pushed away the glass she was holding and covered her eyes with her hand.
I can't bear this waiting and I shall cry in a minute! and she turned away from the glass, making an effort not to cry.
Have a drink! said Anatole, and filled a large glass of Madeira for him.
Having looked in a mirror, and standing before Dolokhov in the same pose he had assumed before it, he lifted a glass of wine.
Hurrah!... he cried, and emptying his glass flung it on the floor.
"To your health!" said Balaga who also emptied his glass, and wiped his mouth with his handkerchief.
He frowned before his looking glass, gesticulated, shrugged his shoulders, and finally, without saying a word to anyone, took his cap and left the house by the back door, trying to avoid notice.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
Prince Andrew rode up to the hothouse; some of the glass panes were broken, and of the trees in tubs some were overturned and others dried up.
Having finished his second glass of punch, Napoleon went to rest before the serious business which, he considered, awaited him next day.
Napoleon ordered another glass to be brought for Rapp, and silently sipped his own.
He was looking through a field glass down the highroad before him.
Napoleon, standing on the knoll, looked through a field glass, and in its small circlet saw smoke and men, sometimes his own and sometimes Russians, but when he looked again with the naked eye, he could not tell where what he had seen was.
Men were supporting him in their arms and offering him a glass of water, but his trembling, swollen lips could not grasp its rim.
Sonya was in the ballroom looking after the packing of the glass and china.
Pierre again emptied his glass and poured himself out a third.
He was conducted through a glass gallery, an anteroom, and a hall, which were familiar to him, into a long low study at the door of which stood an adjutant.
She looked down at her expanded figure and in the glass at her pale, sallow, emaciated face in which her eyes now looked larger than ever.
Someone offered her a glass of punch.
She gave her attention to a glass she was washing.
She gave her attention to the glass she was rinsing.
She dropped her glass in the sink and took a step backward.
If it was a tornado, standing next to glass doors wasn't the smartest thing to do.
I could hear a glass clink and there was a pause.
Everyone was tired so after perfunctory greetings over a single glass of wine for those of us drinking, we retreated to our sleeping quarters.
There was a glass on an end table next to a half full bottle of gin.
She returned in an instant, glass in hand.
When I didn't lift my glass, she continued to prod.
Tears weren't far away as she swallowed what remained in her glass and poured another.
Martha downed the rest of her glass, rose and stumbled up the stairs.
Before I could say more, I heard the telltale noise of breaking glass from the far side of the house!
Martha wants me to have the antiques we searched for together all the cranberry glass, the Hobstar crystal, even the Tiffany lamp she so cherished.
There were a half dozen messages from both Julie and Howie from California but in view of our frenzied day, decided to let them simmer until after a much relished glass or two of wine and Molly's carefully grilled hot dogs and cheese bread.
I poured us a second glass of wine as Betsy leaned back and closed her eyes, finally relaxing.
My mind was like a thousand pieces of shattered glass, impossible to make whole.
She brought him a plate of warm cookies and a glass of milk.
She could see a shredded couch cushion and broken glass in the hallway outside the bathroom door and recalled the shape her apartment was in.
"Sit. Have a drink," Dean said as he filled Fred's glass to the top and handed it to him.
He heard a tinkle of broken glass far below him as tears coursed down his cheeks.
There was a tall glass of clear liquid in her hand.
She lifted her glass and took two gulps, winced again, rubbed her mouth and closed her eyes.
He paused in the dining room doorway, watching as Carmen stretched to put a glass in the cabinet.
After the first glass of wine, she was convinced.
"I hope this will prove the last drop that will make the glass run over," Anna Pavlovna continued.
A bottle here, said Anatole, taking a glass from the table he went up to Pierre.
He wrote "800 rubles" on a card, but while the waiter filled his glass he changed his mind and altered it to his usual stake of twenty rubles.
Candy spilled across the coffee table and a glass bowl was shoved in front of her mouth.
She toasted my glass and took a long swallow.
The surface of the pond was as smooth as glass, reflecting a small fluffy cloud as it floated across the inky sky.
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
Everything from the table napkins to the silver, china, and glass bore that imprint of newness found in the households of the newly married.
He returned from the kitchen with tray holding a glass of orange juice, a plate with what looked like homemade granola bars, and a small bowl of sliced apples.
The cavern did not come to an end, as they had expected it would, but slanted upward through the great glass mountain, running in a direction that promised to lead them to the side opposite the Mangaboo country.
Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not?
He tipped the glass up and drained it.