I am starting on a hunt in darkest Deanery for my cuff links.
The blacksmith talked, and Yates listened, putting now and then a mark on his cuff.
Then it was that no cuff nor sharp word was necessary before they could pat him.
But with the master the cuff was always too light to hurt the flesh.
His eyes shone, as he hid the little, sharp knife up his cuff.
He shot his cuff once more and wrote on it: "Dog—conciliate."
I took my Mauser and also hid in the cuff of my coat my cyanide of potassium.
She needs to have you cuff her ears now and then, that Tabby.
What happened if you snapped half the cuff around your own wrist first?
As in the case of Bucket, the effective armor of Cuff is flattery.