I reckon I hain't raised such a scamp
as my Tom all these years not to know him when I SEE him.
It wouldn't do, and I had to pay the scamp
In reply he termed me "a dry-hearted aristocratic scamp
," whereupon I again charged him with having taken the bread out of my mouth.
Appearances are everything, so far as human opinion goes, and the man who will walk down Piccadilly arm in arm with the most notorious scamp
in London, provided he is a well-dressed one, will slink up a back street to say a couple of words to a seedy-looking gentleman.
I have even a shrewd suspicion that what with showing the balloon, explaining the plans and views of the doctor, giving folks a glimpse of the latter, through a half-opened window, or pointing him out as he passed along the streets, the clever scamp
earned a few half-crowns, but we must not find fault with him for that.
Master Andry raised his eyes, seemed to measure in an instant the height of the pillar, the weight of the scamp
, mentally multiplied that weight by the square of the velocity and remained silent.
I like to talk to him, because he's so clever and amusing--I wish Sir Thomas Ashby were half as nice; besides, I must have SOMEBODY to flirt with, and no one else has the sense to come here; and when we go out, mamma won't let me flirt with anybody but Sir Thomas--if he's there; and if he's NOT there, I'm bound hand and foot, for fear somebody should go and make up some exaggerated story, and put it into his head that I'm engaged, or likely to be engaged, to somebody else; or, what is more probable, for fear his nasty old mother should see or hear of my ongoings, and conclude that I'm not a fit wife for her excellent son: as if the said son were not the greatest scamp
in Christendom; and as if any woman of common decency were not a world too good for him.
Then I think God is a mean old scamp
," retorted Davy.
When I was respectably settled at home, this gentleman would not so much as look at me without a frown; and now, when I was a scamp
, in prison, he mercifully and fraternally came to condole with me on my misfortunes.
The little scamp
was just going to worry it when I grabbed him.
And then, in that abominable scamp
with his youth already soiled, withered like a plucked flower ready to be flung on some rotting heap of rubbish, no very genuine feeling about anything could exist- not even about the hazards of his own unclean existence.
let me explain - I'm come to offer you my services, for though Huntingdon is my friend, he's a devilish scamp
, as we all know, and I'll be your friend for the nonce.