And we have no other answer to the last question ever asked by Cleek Smith.
Cleek switched round upon his heel, and smiled across at him.
His voice trailed off into silence, and Cleek smiled kindly.
Sometimes I try it with a brassey, but on the whole I think the cleek is best.
Cleek took his chin between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard.
It was then that Cleek remembered, and glanced round at young Scarmelli.
She plucked at Cleek's sleeve and looked up at him in an agony of entreaty.
Oh, help him, save him, Mr. Cleek—for his own sake—for mine—for France!
You'll be out-Cleeking Cleek by the time you've sucked the head off that cane.
"My dear Cleek, such a case; you'll fairly revel in it," he began excitedly.
