He jest smacked his lips over the bit as if 't was a lump o' sugar
When the colonel showed her the lump of sugar
, holding it between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, she again uttered her little wild cry, and sprang toward him; then she stopped, struggling against the instinctive fear he caused her; she looked at the sugar
and turned away her head alternately, precisely like a dog whose master forbids him to touch his food until he has said a letter of the alphabet which he slowly repeats.
And I’ve seen sugar
of his making, which, maybe, wasn’t as white as an old topgallant sail, but which my friend, Mistress Pettibones, within there, said had the true molasses smack to it; and you are not the one, Squire Dickens, to be told that Mistress Remarkable has a remarkable tooth for sweet things in her nut- grinder.
Parched corn was used for coffee, and a kind of black molasses was used instead of sugar
There was only one spoon, sugar
was more plentiful than anything else, but it took too long to dissolve, so it was decided that Mary Hendrikhovna should stir the sugar
for everyone in turn.
At first he accepted much of what people brought him--tea, sugar
, white bread, milk, clothing, and fire-wood.
Then, biting off a tiny bit of sugar
, he bowed to his hosts, said, 'Your health
She balanced a morsel of sugar
on his nose--and had no attention to spare for Francine.
For he was made of candy, and carried a tin sugar
-sifter filled with powdered sugar
, with which he dusted himself frequently so that he wouldn't stick to things if he touched them.
Well now--if it isn't too much trouble--I might as well--that is--I'd like to look at--at--some sugar
What did you think of your moist sugar
when you bought it at the grocer's?
I planted sugar
cane--the first commercial planting on Manatomana.
Since England has taken possession of it, a period of only twenty-five years, the export of sugar
is said to have increased seventy-five fold.
Hargrave, 'by the quantity of sugar
you have put into it.
It was half-way through the morning, and he had not breakfasted; the slight litter of other breakfasts stood about on the table to remind him of his hunger; and adding a poached egg to his order, he proceeded musingly to shake some white sugar
into his coffee, thinking all the time about Flambeau.