"Pretty rotten cigar
," Doctor Emory observed, having removed it from contact with Kwaque's finger and now examining it with critical disapproval.
He was able to light a cigar
, and to think quietly over what had happened.
Dunster knocked the ash from his cigar
. Without being a man of great parts, he was a shrewd person, possessed of an abundant stock of common sense.
Archie lounged in the easy chair, surrounded by newspapers; Charlie stood upon the rug, in an Englishman's favourite attitude, and, I regret to say, both were smoking cigars
James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar
he had now smoked out.
And Van Horn, smoking his cigar
in lordly indifferent fashion, kept his apparently uninterested eyes glued to each boy who made his way aft, box on shoulder, and stepped out on the land.
"I didn't say a word, but with extreme courtesy, I may say with most refined courtesy, I reached my finger and thumb over towards the poodle, took it up delicately by the nape of the neck, and chucked it out of the window, after the cigar
. The train went flying on, and the poodle's yells were lost in the distance."
Richard Vanderpole,--that you were," he continued, knocking the ash off his cigar
and speaking a little more slowly, "the last person, except the driver of the taxicab, to have seen him alive."
'I suppose you,' said Eugene, 'judging from what I see as I look at you, to be rather too passionate for a good schoolmaster.' As he spoke, he tossed away the end of his cigar
But the law insists on your smoking your cigar
, sir, when you have once chosen it." I pointed that observation with a wink.
Would she not see the red tip of my cigar
moving about in the dark and feel that I wanted eminently to know what the doctor had said?
Atkinson was leaning against a tree with a listless face; Quinton's wife was still at her window; the doctor had gone strolling round the end of the conservatory; they could see his cigar
like a will-o'-the-wisp; and the fakir still sat rigid and yet rocking, while the trees above him began to rock and almost to roar.
The weeping old man with the cigar
in his mouth was ludicrous.
"I knew Strickland well," he said, as he leaned back in his chair and lit the cigar
I had offered him.
He smoked cigarettes because he could not afford cigars
, he said.