Not a blessed wagon or a thing to carry my luggage did the bounder have.
He was a bounder always, but I thought he was an honest bounder.'
In matters of etiquette, within his province, Bounder was precise.
But such was his disguise that Bounder was necessitated to rub his eyes.
But, you must know, Bounder, that I have no fault to find with you.
None the less, he was a bounder, a rank outsider tolerated only for his money.
Matthews had forgotten, too, what an imposing individual the bounder really was.
Thomas, the bounder, had a small heavy ball which he managed to sink in nine.
"Chum, you bounder," I shout, as he is about to wade through the herbaceous border.
And we all know how repulsive a "bounder" is in any circle of society.