Ray-Bans took a long puff on his cigar and smacked the whip across the table a couple of times as if it were a wand that needed warming up.
It was immediately opened by Quincey Morris, beside whom stood Lord Godalming lighting a cigar.
He lit his cigar and placed the cutter and lighter back into his briefcase.
He carried it back to his throne, rested the slender weapon on the arm of his chair, and took another puff from the cigar.
So drinking this brew by my lonesome this Sunday, smoking a cheap cigar, while sitting on a flimsy, green plastic crate on the patio in the front yard.
Dropping a lighted cigar on the ground, as if by accident, I took the opportunity, in stooping to pick it up, of igniting privately the piece of slow match, whose end, as I said before, protruded a very little beyond the lower rim of one of the smaller casks.
Lord Sopwith drew on his cigar, and let smoke escape from the side of his mouth.
Lord Sopwith tapped the tip of his cigar into an ashtray, but his face gave nothing away.
Then he plucked the cigar from his mouth, stroked his mustache, and began tapping his foot.
Glenn gave a passionate speech about how God was in all things, and the birds with nest were interred in the earth, inside a Christmas paper wrapped cigar box.
