“A tall and stalwart esquire, methinks,” said Master Headley.
The stalwart man was buttoned up in a dark overcoat, and carried an umbrella.
Another voice, stalwart, elated, cut through it like a sword.
He was the mightiest man of valor in that same day of this our life, stalwart and stately.
If I had never had a trouble before I had one now—large, stalwart, robust.