An assertion this which savors little of legal accuracy.

Charlie returned to the bench near the ferry and sat, savoring his coffee, croissant, and the salty air.

In the silent room, still fragrant, still echoing with her passage, he closed his book, and later his eyes, and sat with the expression of a connoisseur savoring an exquisite, a perfect impression.... * * *

He stared at the harbor and savored the feeling of companionship, a circle of two in league against a rainy night.

Charles Lamb, lost in painful wonder at his own leisure after thirty-six years of incessant office-hours, could savor no more acutely than an American school-child the exquisite flavor of freedom at an hour formerly dedicated to imprisonment.

The porter, more tired, perhaps, than any one of the beautiful ideal world about him, and savoring already in advance the good onion-flavored grillade awaiting him at home, locks up everything fast and tight; the tighter and faster for the good fortnight's vacation he has promised himself.

Enchanted, she lay back, savoring her ice, shyly watching him.

Leaning back in the soft depths of the cab, he savored his independence, cheered already by the swaying, lurching speed.

She remained awake, savoring the moments.

I leaned over and plucked a handful of the leaves, bruising them in my palm to savor the spicy perfume.

He played indifferently on the piano and after many painful attempts had succeeded in reading a score, but he was ignorant of harmony, of the technique needed really to understand a nuance, to appreciate a finesse, to savor a refinement with full comprehension.

"Yes," replied Virginia, moving a little impatiently, for she anticipated eagerly the picturesque coming of these men of the Silent Places, and wished to savor the pleasure undistracted.

"It feels like it might give some temporary relief," he admitted, savoring the last drops.