He was nothing but a Sunday lounger, like the others, like myself.
The lounger was Baron Tripeaud, the manufacturing baron the stock-jobber.
Buvat was a lounger, as every bourgeois of Paris ought to be.
The careless glance of a lounger on the pavement of Pall Mall filled him with a sudden anger.
The lounger had lounged out of view, and Miss Wade and Tattycoram were gone.
He overheard Symmes, the clerk at the station, say to some lounger that Peter Guinness would be at home that day or the next.
“I have to live a heap of my life alone,” the lounger went on.
But the face truly deserved the epithet bestowed upon it by the lounger in the garden.
If a writer was praised in The lounger, his fame was assured.
The girls exchanged a glance, then Betty approached the lounger who had the grace to straighten up as she addressed him.