I will have such and such a dish," while all the time the poor man will have nothing to eat that day but gruel
. There are men, too--wretched busybodies--who walk about merely to see if they can find some wretched tchinovnik or broken-down official who has got toes projecting from his boots or his hair uncut!
Give it a little gruel
if it is.' He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on his way to the door, added, 'She was a good-looking girl, too; where did she come from?'
I could not tell him how I felt, but he seemed to know it all; he covered me up with two or three warm cloths, and then ran to the house for some hot water; he made me some warm gruel
, which I drank, and then I think I went to sleep.
Such another small basin of thin gruel
as his own was all that he could, with thorough selfapprobation, recommend; though he might constrain himself, while the ladies were comfortably clearing the nicer things, to say:
Hannah had brought me some gruel
and dry toast, about, as I supposed, the dinner-hour.
Glegg carried something else up-stairs with her, which, together with the "Saints' Rest" and the gruel
, may have had some influence in gradually calming her feelings, and making it possible for her to endure existence on the ground-floor, shortly before tea-time.
But you've caught cold: I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel
to drive it out.'
sustains life here, I thought; so, shutting my eyes, and excluding the motes by a skilfully directed undercurrent, I drank to genuine hospitality the heartiest draught I could.
Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa; a small fire in the grate; spoon and basin ready; and the little saucepan of gruel
(Scrooge had a cold in his head) upon the hob.
March gave the mother tea and gruel
, and comforted her with promises of help, while she dressed the little baby as tenderly as if it had been her own.
In the morning Friar Tuck awoke disposed to be surly, but was speedily mollified by the sight of the Black Knight, who had already risen gay as a lark, washed his face and hands, and was now stirring a hot gruel
over the fire.
The seed thus collected is winnowed and parched, and ground between two stones into a kind of meal or flour; which, when mixed with water, forms a very palatable paste or gruel