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.'
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.
In matters of etiquette, within his province, Bounder was precise.
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.
"Chum, you bounder," I shout, as he is about to wade through the herbaceous border.
Thomas, the bounder, had a small heavy ball which he managed to sink in nine.
And we all know how repulsive a "bounder" is in any circle of society.