She was out when I called.

I'm going back in a little while." The girl sat down, and went on talking while the others were eating.
Pinky had emptied her glass of sangaree before she was half through with her oysters, and kept urging Flora to drink.
"Don't be afraid of it, dear," she said, in a kind, persuasive way; "there's hardly a thimbleful of wine in the whole glass.

It will soothe your nerves, and make you feel ever so much better." There was something in the taste of the sangaree that Flora did not like--a flavor that was not of wine.

But urged repeatedly by her companion, whose empty glass gave her encouragement and confidence, she sipped and drank until she had taken the whole of it.

By this time she was beginning to have a sense of fullness and confusion in the head, and to feel oppressed and uncomfortable.