The drabble had a reason, or at least an excuse, for being on the spot.
He merely stated what he meant to do to the drabble when he met him again.
He was not a policeman, and if the drabble wished to get into the lock-up, it was not his business.
The drabble glanced at Cleg to make out if he meant to sell him to justice.
But, with all her temper, neither of them could have spared Mrs. drabble, she made them so comfortable.
The drabble was found trying to steal collars off a clothes-line at the back of Arthur Street.
The completeness of this threat might have intimidated the drabble, but he was on the safe side of the wall, and only laughed.
He grew to hate his boots and his mended clothes, in his great desire to get at the drabble.
There was a wall between Cleg and the drabble, a wall with a place for your toes.
To the original sin with regard to the bed of the Kavannahs, the drabble had now added many actual transgressions.