arntarndure

Updated: June 9, 2025

But he waved his hand with a flourish, and crying, "A bonny arntarndure," or something of that kind, he disappeared into his hotel and left me to think what I liked. And a lot I did think as I drove back to Nice, I do assure you for a rummier game I had never been engaged in, and that's the truth, upon my word and honour.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car