He mulled it over in silence, sipping on his coffee while they all waited for his decision.
He leaned against the wall, sipping his coffee silently as he watched her mash the potatoes.
Cade wandered across the room and stared out the patio doors, sipping from the coffee mug.
As he sat sipping his coffee after breakfast he glanced at her.
The object of his surveillance was seated at a back table in the coffee shop, sipping a cup of something with frothy cream atop it.
He listened intently, swirling and sipping his wine.
"Come again?" she asked, sipping her wine.
Her sister waited in the reception room, sipping tea and flipping through a magazine.
Jackson found Sarah sitting in the drawing room sipping coffee.
Sarah sat in the drawing room sipping coffee when Jackson and Elisabeth were ready to leave.
There he sat for a while, sipping the juice while he studied the picture again.
He sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cold coffee and patting the cat.
The clincher was your not knowing about the Byrnes' dream of sipping manhattans in Frisco.
And I wouldn't be sitting here in this elegant room, listening to classical guitar music and sipping manhattans with the light of my life, Dean thought.
They ate in silence and when he finished, he leaned back in his chair sipping his coffee, staring at the table absently.
When she returned to the house, Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.
He poured a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter sipping it.
Where it is impossible for the patient to visit Carlsbad, half a teaspoonful or a teaspoonful of salt may be taken in a large tumbler of hot water on rising every morning; but when taken at home the treatment is not so effective as at Carlsbad, because at the wells sipping water is associated with early rising, considerable exercise and a very carefully regulated diet.
They live a gay life, flitting from flower to flower, sipping the drops of honeydew, without a thought for the morrow.
"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.
Ivanushka, sipping out of her saucer, looked with sly womanish eyes from under her brows at the young men.