aide-de-camp

Pitchfork called him a “a rap-obsessed misfit from a summer camp who freestyles poorly” who is “ridiculous without knowing it.”

Madame de Condillac stood watching him, her face composed, her glance cold.

Then the door opened, the portiere was swept aside, and Anselme announced "Monsieur de Garnache."

San Antonio de Bexar lies in a fertile and well-irrigated valley, stretching westward from the river Salado.

"A camp-fire would hardly flash and die out like that, Sarge," he answered thoughtfully.

One evening, while he was thus engaged, he observed de Patinos and Duke Wharton enter together.