I usually take a thimbleful myself before going to bed." The novelty of this sort of ministration was in itself sufficient to lift a weary and discouraged spirit.

Mrs.Owen measured his whiskey, and poured it into a tall glass, explaining as she did so that a friend of hers in Louisville kept her supplied out of the stores of the Pendennis Club.
"It's off the wood.

This bottled drug-store whiskey is poison.

I'd just as lief take paregoric.

I drew this from my own 'bar'l' this morning.
Don't imagine I'm a heavy consumer.