ar-r-r-r-r-r

Updated: May 10, 2025

Miss Anna, Herr Kreutzer and the fine young man who had been kind to them, who, ten minutes earlier, had all been real and potent interests, dimmed into hazy phantoms of a bygone activity of mind. "Oh, ar-r-r-r-r-r!" M'riar groaned. "Th' bloomink ship is standin' on 'er bloody 'ead, yn't 'er?" "Garn! Keep yer 'ead flat. Lay down," the stewardess replied, "er you'll be." M'riar kept her head flat.

Charles Turner Dazey - The Old Flute-Player: A Romance of To-day