The distant screech of the grinder was muffled and not unpleasant.
The Grinder had left this paper with his mother, and she had written letters to him from it.
The man to judge a forger's work is a grinder, and not another forger.
Henry spoke to the grinder, and asked him if there was anything amiss with the stone.
The Grinder had not been taken, and a further remand was necessary.
You see that this fellow whom they call the Grinder was certainly the man I struck.
“Your turn next, Grinder,” he heard some one say as he passed.
Grinder was arrested and tried but no proof could be secured.
He held out his hands, hardened with manual toil—the hands of a grinder.
The Spitfire, Cracker, and Grinder were now coming into action.