I hardly know what sort of creature or hobgoblin to call them.
Why, Clifton, you imagine that he's a hobgoblin—a sort of wild child of the Highlands.
The colonel eyed the wreck of the hobgoblin with satisfaction.
I am not a hobgoblin, though I may pose as one now and then.
It was really a fish; but it was also a hobgoblin, nightmare, and ooze-croaker!
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