... before dinner. We drank vermuth. Those who knew Rothenstein were pointing him out to those who knew him only by name. Men were constantly coming in through the swing-doors and wandering slowly up and down in search of vacant tables or of tables occupied by friends. One of these ... — Enoch Soames - A Memory of the Eighteen-nineties • Max Beerbohm
... saloon bar of an adjacent public-house, Freddy unburdened himself fully and frankly while he sipped the mixed vermuth. ... — The Grell Mystery • Frank Froest
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