breist's

Updated: May 13, 2025

"Ay, mother," whispered Janet, "I have mind o't." "Weel, an abscess o' some kind formed I kenna weel what it was, but it gathered and broke, and gathered and broke, till my breist's near eaten awa wi't. Look!" she cried, tearing open her bosom, and Janet's head flung back in horror and disgust. "O mother!" she panted, "was it that that the wee clouts were for?" "Ay, it was that," said her mother.

George Douglas Brown - The House with the Green Shutters