The girl behind the cigar counter welcomed him with a bright smile.
Presently a man came in to buy a paper at the cigar counter.
He was thinking of the fellow's face, when he reached the cigar counter.
His eyes shifted over to the smiling blonde back of the cigar counter.
It was the young woman who ran the cigar counter in the lobby of his office building.
He watched her turn to the young man behind the cigar counter.
The clerk and the man at the cigar counter had noticed him reading in the lobby.
Horace laid his hands palm up on the cigar counter.
He spread the order for gasoline on the cigar counter.
To the left, near the wall, I saw a cigar counter and a cash register.
