Many a time has the poor varlet stood shivering and blowing his fingers, or holding his frost-bitten nose, in the church-yard, while Ilsy and her cronies were huddled together, wagging their heads, and tearing some unlucky character to pieces.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
To do the varlet justice, too, he was strongly attached to his parent.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
She has a favourite page, to attend upon her person; a handsome boy of about twelve years of age, but a mischievous varlet, very much spoiled, and in a fair way to be good for nothing.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving