And swift as an adder Muldoon kicked him just below the knee cap.
Give me a flask of good brandy, Muldoon; our driver is almost frozen.
But I could not imagine myself knocking Mrs. Muldoon down under any circumstances.
Their smiles were identical as they waited for Muldoon to make himself comfortable.
Mrs. Muldoon may have done that for years without scalding any one yet.
Like shaking hands with a piece of warm dough, Muldoon thought.
Mr. Muldoon had a pack of cards with him and we played whist.
Muldoon's figure was outlined in the glow of the headlights.
Three were obviously past middle-age, the fourth about Muldoon's age.
"Ah, there, Muldoon," Muldoon had recognized Robert's voice.