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had and drink
An Ah coudn ansuh him an so Ah said ' Aw right, Ah gay-ess, an his fathuh didn uttuh one wohd an aftuh Huhmun was gone, the majuh laughed an tole me thet he an the bawh had been hevin an occasional drink t'gethuh f'ovuh a yeah, onleh an occasional one, but just the same it was behahn mah back, an Ah doan think thet's nahce at all, d'you ''??
Packing a small suitcase, informing her husband whom she found in Harry's Bar that she was taking a train to Germany to get away for a while, patting his arm, refusing a drink, getting on the train -- all this had only taken her two hours.
He was disturbed by what had happened on the dive and by what he remembered of a conversation he had had the night before with the German, who had come out of the head while he was fixing himself a drink in the galley.
Three of these only were protected from us by stern commandment: the roses, whose petals might not be collected until they had fallen, to be made into perfume or rose-tea to drink ; ;
Hanging over the bar was an oil painting of a nude Al had accepted from a student at the Corcoran Gallery who needed to eat and drink and was broke.
He claimed to be visiting the waterfront saloon at the crossroads to play cards and drink with his cronies, but Kate had not smelled brandy on him since Mrs. Lattimer's funeral.
`` I had a drink with the Flannagans ''.
`` The actor had had much to drink and apparently became very violent.
She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.
But his new-found buddy had matched him drink for drink until he lost count, and the man's eyes were still clear.
It was the same bar, and it was two weeks later -- Saturday night, when he had an excuse to drink heavier than usual.
The two terms may not have originally been distinguished ; though in Homer's poems nectar is usually the drink and ambrosia the food of the gods ; it was with ambrosia Hera " cleansed all defilement from her lovely flesh ", and with ambrosia Athena prepared Penelope in her sleep, so that when she appeared for the final time before her suitors, the effects of years had been stripped away and they were inflamed with passion at the sight of her.
The club was ridiculed during the 1980s with a milk advert on television, in which a young boy boasted that Ian Rush had told him that " if didn't drink lots of milk, when up, only be good enough to play for Accrington Stanley ".
In addition to this, Facundo aged the rum in white oak barrels, which had the effect of " mellowing " the drink.
Bovril beef tea was the main warm drink that Ernest Shackleton's team had to drink when they were marooned on Elephant Island during the Endurance Expedition.
The Valley Club ( CAFC Supporters Club ) was situated in Harvey Gardens behind the North Stand, and was managed by licensee Ray Donn from 1970 – 1984 the club had a full club licence supplying food and drink to its members and guests during match days and live entertainment, with cabaret and dancing every night of the week.
An early Classic ( 460 – 480 AD ) period Mayan tomb from the site of Rio Azul, Guatemala, had vessels with the Maya glyph for cacao on them with residue of a chocolate drink.
Until the 16th century, no European had ever heard of the popular drink from the Central and South American peoples.

had and There
There was more to this than Jones had told him.
There was only one place where Jake Carwood's description had gone badly awry: the peace and quiet.
There had been no sign of a rifleman and no track or trace to show that anyone had been near.
There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.
There had been classroom guffaws which quickly subsided as Professor Griggs said dryly: `` I see your point, Pauson.
There is evidence to suggest, in fact, that many authors of the humorous sketches were prompted to write them -- or to make them as indelicate as they are -- by way of protesting against the artificial refinements which had come to dominate the polite letters of the South.
There was the Neapolitan, Ribas, a capable conniver whose father had been a blacksmith but who had fawned his way up the ladder of Catherine's and Potemkin's favor till he was now a brigadier ( and would one day be the daggerman designated to do in Czar Paul 1,, after traveling all the way to Naples to procure just the right stiletto ).
There had not yet supervened between understanding and expression the new languages of mathematics and scientific formulas.
There had been something sinister about him that warned me against him, -- I had never felt that way about any other boy, -- but when he uttered his name on the telephone I had forgotten this and I was glad to do what he asked of me.
There had been reading at table, especially from two books, Pope Gregory The Great's account of St. Scholastica in his Dialogues and my own The World Of Washington Irving.
There were several men of ninety or more whom I knew first or last, all of whom were still productive and most of whom knew one another as if they had naturally come together at the apex of their lives.
There, to the Evening Post, she emphatically denied the divorce rumors and explained that she had stayed behind because of the schooling of their son, which henceforth would be strictly American.
There had been signs and portents like the regular toppling over and defacing of the bust of Lauro Di Bosis near the Villa Lante and in the Gianicolo.
There were other Italians who still bore scars they had earned in police station basements, resisting.
There were a few reasons for that, too: Garibaldi had been taken up and exploited by the Communists nowadays.
There is little doubt if they had a secret ballot, they would vote for food for their family, in place of ideological purity out on the farm.
There was a little blood on the hem of her dress, for the assassin had slashed Miss Harris's companion, Major Rathbone, with a knife.
There would be great need soon for his skill as surgeon, but somehow he had not planned to use his knowledge merely for war.
There was stability there, too -- a color which his life had had once.

had and were
His visitors had crawled through the south fence and were crossing the meadow, angling toward the house.
First he thought of the time he had ridden to Gavin and told him how his cattle were being rustled at the far end of the valley.
The explosion of the rifle had crashed against the walls of the stockade and the deep echoes were still rolling in the hills.
All were carrying guns they had seized up, but they were half-clad or hardly clad at all.
Hell, they were fightin' each other so hard they had no time for anyone else.
As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.
He watched the girl until she had gone into the trees, and waited until he couldn't hear the sound of her horse any longer, then went up to where the children were sleeping.
It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.
I had felt the draft they were making while mounting the stairs.
The forest had become an alien world where she strove, alone, unprotected, unguided, to deal with whatever hindrances were offered.
He could not grasp that Lord had withdrawn from the fight minutes ago, and that his leaden arms were flailing at nothing but the air.
Even in the very area where the shooting had been done, cattle were still disappearing.
Jury, judge and executioner were riding the range in the form of a single unknown figure that could materialize anywhere, at any time, to dispense an ancient brand of justice the men of the new West had believed long outdated.
Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.
I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.
Johnson's fat hand, another bottle were protruding from the truck cab, and that self-proclaimed Baptist teetotaler, had a bottle at his own lips.
The bars were marked as Walter had marked them in a small black book kept in a nearly secret drawer.
Perhaps her eyes were larger and more of a summer blue for all they had seen and wept that day.
Within a decade or less, few men were left and a feminist society had sprung up.
The fear had not entirely gone from her face, but there were some other emotions now, crowding into her eyes and the lines of her mouth.
Wet also were the marine's fatigues and the face had an oily film.
His superiors had said that all marines were depraved.
The Reverend James Doran had scarcely completed Pat Conyers' last rites on Boot Hill in the township of Petrie, when shots were heard in the distance.

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