Doubts, hesitations, sentiment the muling and puking of this twilight age—!
Prithee, do dismiss this puking fellow, that he mayn't worry us to death.
One afternoon I came upon Dan, Baxter's son, puking in the bushes, not far from the tents.
They struck Fleetwood with a curious reminder of the puking inexperienced, whom he had seen subsequently plunge suicidally.
I declare ...