"Clay pipe" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Spear filled a clay pipe with natural leaf that he crumbled in his hand, and deftly picking a coal from the fireplace with a shovel one hundred fifty years old, puffed five times silently, and ...
— Little Journeys To the Homes of the Great, Volume 3 (of 14) • Elbert Hubbard
... is quite a three-pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes." He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who has made up his mind, and put his ...
— Short Stories of Various Types • Various
... uttered almost with a womanly tenderness, not without its influence upon the company. Some phrase spoken of Frivolity's mouth had touched this group of outcasts and spoken straight to their hearts. They bandied, pleasantries no more, but lighting the cigars—the Lady Sarah boldly charging a small clay pipe—they fell to an expressive silence, of introspection, it may be, or even of unutterable despair. The woman alone amongst them had not been cast down from a comparative altitude to this very abyss of destitution. For the others life was a vista ...
— Aladdin of London - or Lodestar • Sir Max Pemberton
... passions long since dead. The holes on both ear-lobes had been torn out, but their size was attested by the strips of withered flesh that hung down and swept his shoulders. He cared now only for utility, and in one of the half dozen minor holes in his right ear he carried a short clay pipe. Around his waist was buckled a cheap trade-belt, and between the imitation leather and the naked skin was thrust the naked blade of a long knife. Suspended from the belt was his bamboo betel-nut ...
— A Son Of The Sun • Jack London
... they say, is seventeen— Do not count her sweet, you know. Arms of her are rather lean— Ditto, calves and feet, you know. Features of Hellenic type Are not patent here, you see. Katie loves a black clay pipe— Doesn't ...
— The Poems of Henry Kendall • Henry Kendall
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