In these last-mentioned haunts you see only sailors; but in New Bedford, actual cannibals stand chatting at street corners; savages outright; many of whom yet carry on their bones unholy flesh.
Dean had showered and changed and was sitting under a tree licking a frozen yogurt desert and chatting with a group of riders from Texas when the old man strolled up.
I went over and started chatting with the guy.
At daybreak we consulted together on our work for the day, and at night we supped at the same little table, chatting the while on art, on sentiment, on the future.
After a while, the two came downstairs chatting away as if they had been friends for years.
The two of them managed to finish attending to the chatting guests, the late rising climbers and the Quincy sisters.
The foursome sat, drinking whiskey, chatting as any normal adults would.
And after chatting a while longer, the corporal went away.
We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back; so entirely sociable and free and easy were we; when, at last, by reason of our confabulations, what little nappishness remained in us altogether departed, and we felt like getting up again, though day-break was yet some way down the future.
By the time the Deans arrived, the crowd was already several deep, the hoses drawn, and the early participants chatting nervously.