Won't you have some ?" Burke settled the matter by picking up the cigarette and tossing it away.
Guy gave him a queer look from eyes that seemed to bum like red coals, but he said nothing whatever.

He took the coffee Sylvia held out to him and drank it as if parched with thirst.
Then he turned to her.

"Sorry to have made such an exhibition of myself.

It's all this infernal sand.

Yes, I'll have some more, please.