alcolaceous

Updated: May 19, 2025

The plump woman stood at the top of the steps that led up to the inn door to greet him. "Law!" she cried as he drew near, "'asn't 'e killed you?" "Do I look like it?" said Mr. Polly. "But where's Jim?" "Gone off." "'E was mad drunk and dangerous!" "I put him in the river," said Mr. Polly. "That toned down his alcolaceous frenzy! I gave him a bit of a doing altogether." "Hain't he 'urt you?"

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The History of Mr. Polly