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.