cabrunner

Updated: May 14, 2025

He was mud to the knees, his clothing was torn, he was mud to the elbows from having tripped last night and fallen in a quagmire, his face was white and drawn and grimy as the face of a London cabrunner, his hair was grayer and dull, but his eyes were bright and he was happy.

H. De Vere (Henry De Vere) Stacpoole - The Pools of Silence