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A deep unfamiliar sound rouses me from my reverie and Nigel tells me it is the “cronk” call of the raven.

Those chaps is gone cronk and done their villainy for nothing.

He said he would dispose of the cloth at a moderate figure because it was `cronk.'

Or only a bittern cronk, Then all was still?

When a girl's gone cronk, like you, she must expect to see white things darting about.