A mere cashier—a quill-driver, a—well, a man like me—even he has a little of what is called feeling, you know.
The very sight of that quill-driver is like poison and brimstone to me.
A tyrannical little beast of a quill-driver from the Treasury department.
This quill-driver will publish details of how my wife scolds, which will make me the laughing-stock of all the town.
I believe that prefect's quill-driver was humbugging us when he said Asgard was only ten days' sail up.'
