a'night

Updated: May 11, 2025

The miner, who was still there, retreated as before with a gaspingly apologetic gesture even flattening himself against the window to give her sweeping silk flounces freer passage. As she passed into the street with a "Merci, M'sieu, good a'night," and the hackman started from the vehicle to receive her, the miner drew a long breath, and bringing his fist down upon the counter, ejaculated,

Bret Harte - Under the Redwoods