The mother out of pure indulgence took me up, and put me towards the child, who presently seized me by the middle and got my head in its mouth, where I roared so loud that the urchin was frighted, and let me drop, and I should infallibly have broke my neck if the mother had not held her apron under me.
Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels Into Several Remote Regions of the World (1726)
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There he was, sure enough, a small urchin with a little bundle upon his shoulder, toiling slowly up the hill.
Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes: The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902)
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Did I see next morning two urchins rummaging in a garbage can and trying on Jutting Chin?