Skip to main content

‹‹‹ prev (347)

(349) next ›››

(348)
334
FLEMINGTON
the dusty corridors of Holyrood, and entered a
room from which came the ring of men’s voices.
A party of officers in uniform got up as he came
in. Some were playing cards. He went up to
one of the players and took those he held from
between his fingers.
“Give me your hand, Walden,” said he, “and
for God’s sake get us a bottle of wine. Damn me,
but I hate old women ! They should have their
tongues cut out.”

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence