1 I wouldn't, Meg, your mother doesn't like it, you know, he whispered, leaning over her chair, as Ned turned to refill her glass and Fisher stooped to pick up her fan.
2 He leaned forward to refill her cup.
3 The basin was refilled, and this time he stood over it a little while, gathering resolution; took in a big breath and began.
4 As the little man put his now empty glass to his lips, when he made this reflection, I proposed to him to have it refilled, and I would keep him company with another.
5 A large jug was circulating, and the mugs were being refilled with beer.
6 And, refilling his glass, he rose.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VII—THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYES