c'am

Updated: April 30, 2025

She arose with the abrupt stiffness of an automaton, poured herself a cup of cold coffee, and in the same jerky way sat down again. As if too hot for her lips, she filled her saucer with the greasy-looking, nondescript fluid, and continued her set glare, her breast rising and falling with staccato, mechanical movement. "Now, Sarah, be c'am, be c'am," Tom pleaded anxiously.

Jack London - The Valley of the Moon