He was the head of the school when I, the elder, was a lout in the lower fourth.
She yelled; and the knights, laughing, took the lout, And thrust him from the gate.
I saw that the lout was astonished not to hear the lamentations he expected.
And he stood, something of a lout, with nervous hands upon his hips.
The lout was in clover; nothing could have suited him so well.
A strange matter to discuss with a lout, but he was so wonderful a listener!
He interrupted the objection of a high noble with, "Be silent, lout!"
And I thought it was that crockery smashing goat of a lout of a cow-puncher.
But in Sarria's mind, the lout was an object of affection, sincere, unquestioning.
He said of his country: That Lout comes to a knowledge of his wants too late.