port glass

He went into the crew quarters, as I could see in the reflecting port glass.

The colonel takes another sip from his port glass and looks up at Joshua.

Seward put down his port glass so hard that the crystal nearly broke.

He removed the cork and poured the deep red liquid into port glasses.

He refilled his port glass and took a sip.

Chapter 5 Through my rain-streaked port glass, I could see something coming out of the night.

Lansing pushed his port glass back and forth.

He holds up his port glass and sniffs, then squints over its rim at Joshua.

The port glass shattered on the floor.

Once Hudson had arrived with the hounds, the empty port glasses were collected and the food was quickly polished off.

Then she thought better of it, lifted her port glass and tucked away some more of her medicine.

The port glasses are out.

When the crowds later began thinning and the adjacent table cleared, Roquelaure leaned forward over his port glass.

The steward refilled his port glass, and Jack noticed that the angle of the sun through the window had not changed since London.

Ten heads came up and ten pairs of eyes rose from port glasses and coffee cups and regarded me with mild interest.

It also, she noted in passing, gave an added edge to Theodore Sykes's gibe about 'a storm in a port glass'.

Henry, when you sighted a meteor in space, scared us all to death, and then had it turn out to be your own reflection in the port glass."

TWO styles of hand-made port glasses, designed by Austrian Georg Riedel, are now available in the UK.

These range from the short, narrow-mouthed port glass, holding around 250 mL, to the balloon-shaped Burgundy glass, capable of holding an entire bottle of wine.

It was tangible in the air, the quiet candlelight of the dinner table gleaming on unused silver and winking in the blood-red colors of the untouched port glasses.

Six English Regency port glasses ($650 for the set) in the Georgian Manor Antiques booth were handsomely robust for the rich red drink, and the many decorative elements suited the scale.

When I rang Dr Sykes [the paper's diarist had written]he agreed that the review was 'a little harsh', but insisted the whole affair was nothing more than 'a storm in a port glass'.

We turned to the only port glass in the lock, and saw another marble as it flashed out of existence, followed in short order by all the rest, and the thermos, which took a little longer and was a lot brighter.

As Amalita's hands and feet were contacting the viewing port glass and her body started to bounce back, one of the human-medicine specialists on the crew came up to Clear-Thinker and put down a computer-generated picture for him to scan.