But whatever, Archibald Shott CREP' for'ard a bit, till he was close 'longside, an' then bended down t' do up the lashin' of his shoe: which he kep' at, sir, fumblin' like a baby, till Jim looked off t' the clouds risin' over the Black Bight cliffs an' 'lowed 'twould snow like wool afore the hour was over.
"Every Man for Himself"
Norman Duncan
Well, sir, that's all; only I waited till no one was there; and then I lifted the lid and CREP out of the box; and it was very horrid, for there was the dead chap in the nex' room, and I kep' thinking he'd come after me, or them others would; and I was that scared, I crawled along the passage, and down-stairs, and then sat and shivered, list'ning to you folks talking, and something in my head going buzz.
"The Bag of Diamonds"
George Manville Fenn