In the United States, de Tocqueville's voluntary associations still do the job and anyone willing to make her way to a church or food pantry and say she is hungry will not leave empty handed.
She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light escaping from the pantry door and listened to herself and pondered.
Commonly, after seeing the harpooneers furnished with all things they demanded, he would escape from their clutches into his little pantry adjoining, and fearfully peep out at them through the blinds of its door, till all was over.
She crossed to the pantry again, suddenly curious about what kind of new, intense flavors awaited her in the assortment of boxes and cans.
When she was cleaned up, she set about doing what she did every morning: rifling through the sparse pantry then searching the mansion for more information.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
She had a beautiful apartment, a wardrobe, a pantry that magically restocked itself every time she left the place.
Sarah went to the pantry to get an IV bag full of blood.
Someone had food in their pantry at one point, but it was stale and consisted of canned food she wouldn't normally eat.
The pantry stood hidden behind a closet near the bar.