Osbert and his chieftains strove nobly to hold up against the heavy masses that bore down upon them with such determined energy.
Osbert rose and took down a switch from its hook on the wall.
Osbert brought him home more dead than alive—but alive still.'
“Thank you for your kind wishes,” replied Osbert with placid amiability.
Osbert, his cane dangling from his left hand and with Mabel at his side, sailed proudly down Oxford Street.
Greeting to you, Osbert, nithing and attacker of little children.
Mr. Osbert Salvin has given the following account of this species.
The classical instance is that of Sir Osbert Giffard in 1286.
Had not Osbert borne him on his shoulders through the butchery at Paris, and endured three years of dungeon for his sake?
Osbert returned in triumph with the horse, which he committed to the care of his servants.