It was wonderful how young he looked, and how happy he was, and how spry his step, as the two turned into William Street and so on to the cheap little French restaurant with its sanded floor, little tables for two and four, with their tiny pots of mustard and flagons of oil and red vinegar,-this last, the "left-overs" of countless bottles of bordeaux,-to say nothing of the great piles of French bread weighing down a shelf beside the proprietor's desk, racked up like cordwood, and all of the same color, length, and thickness.
"Peter A Novel of Which He is Not the Hero"
F. Hopkinson Smith
And as he has brought ice, we 'll attack that bordeaux you spoke of till the other be cool enough for drinking.
"That Boy Of Norcott's"
Charles James Lever
I 'll return to the bordeaux.
"That Boy Of Norcott's"
Charles James Lever