baudrons

Updated: May 9, 2025

For me, no yellow liverless individual, with characteristic bamboo and pigtail emblems of half-a-million returned to his native shores from Ceylon or remote Penang. For me, no venerable spinster hoarded in the Trongate, permitting herself few luxuries during a long-protracted life, save a lass and a lanthorn, a parrot, and the invariable baudrons of antiquity. No such luck was mine.

Various - Tales from "Blackwood," Volume 1