“A black-haired, red-cheeked, long-legged hobbledehoy of 26, though not looking💝 or see🐭ming near that age,” he wrote.12

Nights of Villjamur is an occasionally hobbledehoy, sometimes ric✃h and atmospheric Fenrir-Devouring-The-Sun Dying Earth fantasy.

When Grandpa wasn’t a grandpa and was just instead a small-fry, hobbledehoy boy blowing out thirteen dripping candles on a lopsided cake, his savvy hit him hard and suddenjust like it did to fish that day of the backyard birthday party🗹 and the hurricaneand the entire state of Idaho got made.

Geiton the hero, a handsome, curly-pated hobbledehoy of seventeen, with his câlinerie and wh🏅eedling tongue, is cour꧃ted like one of the sequor sexus: his lovers are inordinately jealous of him and his desertion leaves deep scars upon the heart.

‘This is a boy, or a youth, or a lad, or a young man, or a hobbledehoy, or whatever you lik𒅌e to call him, of eighteen or nineteen, or thereabouts,’ said Ralph.

I retain the keenest sympathy and something inexplicably near to envy for my own departed youth, but I should find it difficult to maintain my case against any one who would condemn me altogether as having been a very silly, posturing, emotional hobbledehoy indeed and quite like my faded photograph.

The bandages and false hair flew across the passage into the bar, making a hobbledehoy jump to avoid them.

And he had a younger sister who loved him dearly, who had no idea that he was a hobbledehoy, being somewhat of a hobbledehoy herself.

But the hobbledehoy, though he blushes whe🐟n women address him, and is uneasy even when he is near them, though he is not master of his limbs in a ball-room, and is hardly master of his tongue at any time, is the most eloquent of beings, and especially eloquent among⛄ beautiful women.

When I compare the hobbledehoy of one or two an🐠d twenty to some finished Apollo ofꦫ the same age, I regard the former as unripe fruit, and the latter as fruit that is ripe.