When he had finished, Klaus sat for a while in silence, chewing his quid.
He paused, looked hard at me, and turned his quid reflectively.
I did and in the parlor was the biggest kind of an ox standing there chewing his quid.
There is no longer any quid pro quo for her alliance with France.
Now my dear old Lizzie, don't pretend to be shocked at the word 'quid.'