"First-rate," said Pierre, looking at Dolokhov, who with a bottle
of rum in his hand was approaching the window, from which the light of the sky, the dawn merging with the afterglow of sunset, was visible.
He nodded approbation and reached for the second bottle
. He drank and meditated, and drank again.
Well, perhaps you are right, sir," said she, and was about to take down the bottle
when the Crooked Magician suddenly called to her excitedly from the fireplace.
He concluded a long harangue by taking off his funnel-cap, inserting the tube into my gullet, and thus deluging me with an ocean of Kirschenwässer, which he poured, in a continuous flood, from one of the long necked bottles
that stood him instead of an arm.
He must have drunk a gill before he took the bottle
from his mouth.
The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it.' As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle
on the hearth.
'Then here's his health!' With these words, that excellent person took a most energetic pull at the bottle
, and handed it to Ben Allen, who was not slow to imitate his example.
The odour from the wicker bottle
(which has somehow passed into Durdles's keeping) soon intimates that the cork has been taken out; but this is not ascertainable through the sense of sight, since neither can descry the other.
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk half the bottle
, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.
When she had taken this gentle exercise for some time, she sat down upon the steps and called 'George'; whereupon a man in a carter's frock, who had been so shrouded in a hedge up to this time as to see everything that passed without being seen himself, parted the twigs that concealed him, and appeared in a sitting attitude, supporting on his legs a baking-dish and a half-gallon stone bottle
, and bearing in his right hand a knife, and in his left a fork.
Feeling convinced that she was in imminent danger of becoming downright drunk if I gave her another glass, I kept my hand on the bottle
, and forthwith told my story over again in a very abridged and unceremonious form, and without allowing her one moment of leisure for comment on my narrative, whether it might be of the weeping, winking, drinking, groaning, or ejaculating kind.
'In a Dutch bottle
?' said Wegg gloomily, as he sat himself down.