bashings

Updated: May 12, 2025

I was twenty-three, and I had three-and-twenty's darling equipment a magnificent horse, a pair of unerring pistols, a fine rapier, a pocket full of guineas, the memory of a woman's grace and beauty, and a tough job in hand. The only material thing I really wanted was a new hat, for yester morning's milk and subsequent bashings and bruisings had ruined my old one.

George W. Gough - The Yeoman Adventurer