Chump, said Mr. Marvel.

I'm off my blessed blooming chump.

Really Vera, you'll be an awful chump.

I'm off my blooming chump, said Mr. Marvel.

Take my case, for instance. I'm a chump.

Shit. Tell your old man he's a real chump.

Mr. Denton made a chump out of Mr. Jennings.

And there was Mary, determined that he shouldn't be a chump.

What kind of a chump do you take me for, anyway?

And Nature, mind you, on Bobbie's side. When Nature makes a chump like dear old

Shortness of memory keeps a man a chump, when, but for it, he might cease to be one.

I imagine that Bicky in the past, when you knew him, may have been something of a chump, but it's quite different now.

There was Bobbie, ambling gently through life, a dear old chap in a hundred ways, but undoubtedly a chump of the first water.

I may be a chump, but it's my boast that I don't owe a penny to a single soul not counting tradesmen, of course. I was about to suggest, sir, that you might lend Mr. Bickersteth this flat.

To complete the character study of Mr. Worple, he was a man of extremely uncertain temper, and his general tendency was to think that Corky was a poor chump and that whatever step he took in any direction on his own account, was just another proof of his innate idiocy.

Besides, he was a frightful chump, so we naturally drifted together and while we were taking a quiet snort in a corner that wasn't all cluttered up with artists and sculptors and what not, he furthermore endeared himself to me by a most extraordinarily gifted imitation of a bull terrier chasing a cat up a tree.