bootifulest

Updated: May 23, 2025

At the open door, with the hot wind tossing worn white curls and parching shriveled cheeks, now wearily raising his battered hat, stood my dear Uncle Sam, the Sawyer. "Lor' a massy! young lady, be you altogether daft? In my best of days, never was I lips for kissing. And the bootifulest creatur Come now, I ain't saved your life, have I now?" "Yes, fifty times over fifty thousand times.

R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore - Erema — My Father's Sin