What a pity it is that we ain't in a climate where one can fasten the windows, and Boult the shutters!
And in return for all this kindness, what do Messrs. Boult and-so-forth want?
These fellows—Boult and the rest of them, I mean—are lottery sharks.
"You bof crazy donc, Boult an' Boulotte," screamed Seraphine.
All the more need to be quick, Mr. Boult, Sir, and why will you keep me 'ere talking?
Now Mr. Boult, where's the good of making yourself disagreeable?
Mr. Boult was speaking thick, and plainly was in no mood to stand nonsense.
Then, through the branches of the young pines, Boulotte's blue sun-bonnet appeared, and Boult's straw hat.
Cotgrave gives—'Tacle, m. any (headed) shaft, or Boult whose feathers be not waxed, but glued on.'