lummox

The man looked at Lummox, then went back to work.

At last he got up and went outside to see Lummox.

He felt much better to have Lummox back under thick trees again.

The next action report on Lummox was for a point two miles away and about thirty minutes later.

Lummox spread his hearing a little and tried to find out what was going on.

Lummox had gone for a stroll; that much was clear.

Lummox seemed to have gone across country until he hit the highway leading into town.

And besides that, Lummox had been here more than a hundred years.

"I'll run out and take a quick look at Lummox."

What was she supposed to do with him now, the lummox, sprawled out across her bed?

Lummox was not one to weep over past events; what has been, must be.

Lummox remained standing, staring after them and thinking about it.

If you were to go with Lummox, would it make a difference?"

Once or twice Lummox interrupted, then allowed him to continue.

Our friend Lummox is under sentence of death, isn't he?

At last it was over and Lummox added one sharp remark.

But how did this lummox come up with it?

One afternoon was a mere nothing; Lummox could hold his breath that long.

In the morning there was Lummox, on the bottom.

"And it was probably my grandfather they tried to buy Lummox from.

Now was the time to give Lummox what for, but he did not have the heart for it.

"The court rules that Lummox is not a competent witness."

All these questions turn on this: is Lummox a chattel, or a free being?

"Whoever said I was going to let you limp, lummox?"

Lummox remained reared up, watching the dog but making no move.