To think of you selling in the market, just like a huckster!
I was reduced to tell the Kelt to ask the huckster of whom he bought.
We all of us visit the huckster for the sake of the porridge.
There were huckster waggons with vegetables, and a buttermilk man.
He heard it in the huckster's cries, the noise of carts, the calling of children.
If I mistake not, 'tis a huckster come to spread out his wares.
"And right glad I am you did come, nephew," replied the huckster woman.
His likeness, his name, his plays are pressed into every huckster's service.
Every huckster needed four hands, and still he wouldn't have had enough.
No one save Jacques the huckster lives there, why should he excite any attention?