We drank out of the mouth of the claret bottle, passing it round till it was emptied.

It was probably a good honest bottle, but in the circumstances it seemed a despicable fraud.

We tried hard for another supply, but we failed.

Being anxious to prevent a display of inebriety in the dock, or desirous to repress rather than stimulate our audacity, the venerable janitor interposed the most effectual obstacles, and we were constrained to reason down the remnant of our thirst, which, if I may infer from my own case, was almost as insensible to argument as the judge himself.
Feeling very cold, we essayed a little exercise.

The dimensions of our den, which were three steps each way, did not allow much play for individuality.