... sofa and went and took his coffee cup out of his hand with a little curtsey. "Yes," she said, "I must get a watchdog. But he won't bark at YOU." And, going into the other drawing-room, she sat down to the piano and began to sing little French songs in such a charming, thrilling voice that the mollified nobleman speedily followed her ... — Vanity Fair • William Makepeace Thackeray
... did so. Levine did not cease his onslaught on the waffles during the recital. When she had finished, he passed his coffee cup. ... — Lydia of the Pines • Honore Willsie Morrow
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