When the blows fell, he held his breath, but he did not snivel.
When the blows fell, he held his breath, but did not snivel.
Mr. Snivel has placed himself against it, begs she will be calm.
I am so glad—But (Mr. Snivel interrupts himself) never mind that!
Mr. Snivel frets his fingers through his beard, and bows with an easy grace.
Mr. Snivel perceives her agitation, and begs she will remain calm.
Mr. Snivel methodically says he got it of McArthur, the antiquary.
Mr. Snivel makes a second attempt to overcome the unprotected girl.
Mr. Snivel reaches over the table and pats his opponent on the arm.
George Mullholland and Mr. Snivel face each other, at a pier-table.