And swift as an adder Muldoon kicked him just below the knee cap.
Their smiles were identical as they waited for Muldoon to make himself comfortable.
But I could not imagine myself knocking Mrs. Muldoon down under any circumstances.
Like shaking hands with a piece of warm dough, Muldoon thought.
Mrs. Muldoon may have done that for years without scalding any one yet.
Muldoon's figure was outlined in the glow of the headlights.
Mr. Muldoon had a pack of cards with him and we played whist.
"Ah, there, Muldoon," Muldoon had recognized Robert's voice.
Three were obviously past middle-age, the fourth about Muldoon's age.
Muldoon put the money away, got up from the sofa, and started to the door.