My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.
My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.
I bet on a horse at ten to one. It didn't come in until half-past five.
He woke at half-past two, an hour which long experience had taught him brings panic intensity to all awkward thoughts. Experience had also taught him that a further waking at the proper hour of eight showed the folly of such panic.
At half-past six on a Friday evening in January, Lincoln International Airport, Illinois, was functioning, though with difficulty.
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