Pauper Tom, in a Twain tale

Usage examples of canty.

But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence.

The streets were very narrow, and crooked, and dirty, especially in the part where Tom Canty lived, which was not far from London Bridge.

If it be so, an I do not break all the bones in thy lean body, then am I not John Canty, but some other.

In sooth I am no lord, but only poor Tom Canty of Offal Court in the city.

O, Tom Canty, born in a hovel, bred in the gutters of London, familiar with rags and dirt and misery, what a spectacle is this!

The prince continued to struggle for freedom, and to rage against the treatment he was suffering, until John Canty lost what little patience was left in him, and raised his oaken cudgel in a sudden fury over the prince’s head.

A burly waterman, considerably exalted with liquor, found himself rudely shoved by Canty in his efforts to plow through the crowd.

He easily concluded that the pauper lad, Tom Canty, had deliberately taken advantage of his stupendous opportunity and become a usurper.

Another secretary began to read a preamble concerning the expenses of the late king’s household, which had amounted to £28,000 during the preceding six months a sum so vast that it made Tom Canty gasp.

Tom Canty gazed abroad over the surging sea of eager faces, and his heart swelled with exultation.

This remark, and this reference to himself, as still the king, saddened Tom Canty, and he felt his hopes crumbling from under him.

Now ensued a brief season of deep suspense and waiting during which even the few faint-hearts still remaining near Tom Canty gradually scraped together courage enough to glide, one by one, over to the majority.

So at last Tom Canty, in his royal robes and jewels, stood wholly alone and isolated from the world, a conspicuous figure, occupying an eloquent vacancy.

But if a doubt remained in any mind that Tom Canty was not the king of England and familiar with the august appurtenances of royalty, this reply disposed of it utterly.

There were Suzl and Nadya, two girls who crushed Cassie's old belief -- or hope -- that the pretty and sexy ones would be nothing without hairdos, makeup, and careful dressing, and Canty and Ivon, one a short, squat boy with a mischievous streak, the other built like a bull.