coqin

Updated: August 12, 2026

One of them, a fellow with a very large nose, got his hand up to my throat, and I felt that I was a chicken in his grasp. "Rendez-vous, coqin; rendez-vous!" said he, and then suddenly doubled up with a scream, for someone had stabbed him in the bowels with a bayonet.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales