And he waved the scribbler doorwards with a contemptuous hand.
Every English scribbler then knew what most men have forgotten now.
Byron sneered and carped at Southey as a "scribbler of all works."
You know I like writing,” he added after a pause of some minutes, “I have been a scribbler for years.
Well, now you must try and sleep and forget all this nonsense, scribbler!