Mrs Wilton, who was listening intently to her husband's words, bowed her head, smiled approval, and looked with the pride of a mother at her unlicked cub.
It was rather an awkward position for the cub when one of them more than usually warm-hearted and liberal, foreshadowed the bestowal of a first prize if the unlicked one proved himself an apt pupil.
So I will but cursorily mention that there were one or two of the above-named lovely types that commiserated the unlicked cub, and set themselves the difficult task of raising him, if not to their level, to within measurable distance of it.
The unlicked cub aforesaid was slumbering peacefully in his corner, his long legs straight across the compartment, for we were three on that side, and there was no room to put them on the seat.
Almost immediately after in comes a large and assertive female with an eighteen-year-old son, a weedy, unlicked cub as ever you saw in your life, and both calmly took the other end seats.
The bloody Bear, an independent beast, Unlicked to forms, &c.
The bloody Bear, an independent beast, Unlicked to form, in groans her hate exprest.
Nothing is more offensive in society than an unlicked cub, and you find many of these in places where men don't belong to either service, or have never been to public schools.
She hasn't any people to speak of, and she's up here now with a rotten, unlicked cub of a brother.
He looked a terribly unlicked cub, and Winn found himself watching anxiously to see if Claire ate enough and the right things.
She was afraid before this shyness of the unlicked Celt, of the wild creature trapped and caught unaware, by the guile she judged dishonourable.
But she respected the divine terror that kept Nina's unlicked Celt outside women's drawing-rooms.
This unlicked cub was to come and be a sort of general factotum to him, and do his best to help him with his work, and so on.
He told us at dinner that he had come up to find a good ignorant unlicked cub to help him with his work, who could be trusted to obey an order when he received one and act for himself when he did not.
On passing Gerald Cavanagh's kiln, where the Hogans kennel, I entered, and was greeted wid such a chorus of sternutation as you might expect from a pigsty in midsummer, and made me envy the unlicked young savages who indulged in it.
