c'erc'er

Updated: June 24, 2025

The apothecary felt an inward nervous start as there advanced into the light of his hanging lamp and toward the spot where he had halted, just outside the counter, a woman of the quadroon caste, of superb stature and poise, severely handsome features, clear, tawny skin and large, passionate black eyes. Frowenfeld bowed. "Mo vien c'erc'er la bourse de Madame."

George Washington Cable - The Grandissimes