One day, during a visit to the city of Buenos Ayres, I discovered in a mean street, in the southern part of the town, a second-hand bookshop, kept by an old Snuffy spectacled German in a long shabby black coat.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
The few passengers who were waiting-two or three peasants and a Snuffy priest-were clustered near the ticket-office.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
They are here with their mother-Snuffy Mother Ransom we used to call her-and are both studying with Herr Klug.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker