And the louts come and pound at the great gate, and we pound back again, and shout at them.
Near the roof, and I am to share it with one of those two louts you saw.
You think that these Prussian louts are going to beat the French army?
I vote we keep out of that this term, or leave it to the louts.
He springs forward, he louts low and sweeps upwards with Whitefire.