arrisons

Updated: May 6, 2025

I jumped to the conclusion that this was the child I had seen in the train, the son of Ginger Stott. As we slowed down to the ascent of the long hill, I said to Bates: "Is that Stott's boy?" Bates looked at me curiously. "Why, no," he said. "Them's the 'Arrisons. 'Arrison's dead now; he was a wrong 'un, couldn't make a job of it, nohow.

J. D. (John Davys) Beresford - The Wonder