glasses

Villefort, who had hitherto not tasted the three or four glasses of rare wine which were placed before him, here took one, and drank it off.

“It’s not tattooed,” said the doctor, peering through his glasses.

But my people have worn green glasses on their eyes so long that most of them think it really is an Emerald City, and it certainly is a beautiful place, abounding in jewels and precious metals, and every good thing that is needed to make one happy.

This toast, recalling at once the patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of France, excited universal enthusiasm; glasses were elevated in the air à l’Anglaise, and the ladies, snatching their bouquets from their fair bosoms, strewed the table with their floral treasures.