Have another drink.

Just another round.

“No. Me and another.”

Another quarter litre?

Could we have another beer?

You do not love one another.

He poured out another drink.

Should we have another drink?

You better have another piece.

“Another bright boy,” Al said.

He reached for another orange.

Well, you only got another week.

Jack started to pour me another.

His adjutant sat at another table.

Another girl came in from the kitchen.

The circles almost touched one another.

He took another drink of the champagne.

“Don’t you want another, Jerry?” he said.

Across from us, at another table, sat a sailor.

The lady had placed another arm around his neck.

Another waiter had come up in front of the table.

“Say, give me another shot of that,” Manuel said.

“Bring me another glass of milk,” Jack said to her.

At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up.

“Give me another shot of that,” he said to the waiter.

Jack poured one for me and another big one for himself.

One place is just as good as another to run over a skunk.

“Why the hell don’t you get another cook?” the man asked.

It was an idiotic idea, he said, “a theory, like another.”

He poured himself out another big shot and put water in it.

The only thing he’s afraid of is another one of the same kind.

Above them they heard a shout, then another shout of laughter.

“If they gave me another shot at him, I’d kill him,” Zurito said.

When he came back into the room, I was sitting in another machine.

A girl came and took our order and another girl stood in the doorway.

The bull was motionless, seemingly dead on his feet, incapable of another charge.

Manuel flopped the cape; there he comes; he sidestepped and swung in another veronica.

He was very shy and quite young and the train men passed him on from one crew to another.

Before the present vendeuse, named Thérèse, there had been another vendeuse, named Amélie.

There was another roar from the arena and then applause, prolonged applause, going on and on.

In a pursuit race, in bicycle racing, riders start at equal intervals to ride after one another.

“He knows we’ll be happier if we don’t get too good a look at these skins,” another pic answered.

The waiter uncorked the bottle and poured the glass full, slopping another drink into the saucer.

“Thank you,” said Peduzzi, in the tone of one member of the Carleton Club accepting the Morning Post from another.

Another boy who walked with us sometimes and made us five wore a black silk handkerchief across his face because he had no nose then and his face was to be rebuilt.

On those nights I tried to remember everything that had ever happened to me, starting with just before I went to the war and remembering back from one thing to another.

Sometimes a shadow moved against a dressing-room blind above, gave way to another shadow, an indefinite procession of shadows, who rouged and powdered in an invisible glass.

They ride very fast because the race is usually limited to a short distance and if they slow their riding another rider who maintains his pace will make up the space that separated them equally at the start.

Before I could reply that he was my neighbour dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.

Within another year Anthony and Gloria had become like players who had lost their costumes, lacking the pride to continue on the note of tragedy⁠—so that when Mrs. and Miss Hulme of Kansas City cut them dead in the Plaza one evening, it was only that Mrs. and Miss Hulme, like most people, abominated mirrors of their atavistic selves.