caravaner

Updated: July 25, 2025

There were greetings as the newcomers approached, the dogs were called off, and a burly man rose and came to the roadside to meet them. "Bona jou," he said, smiling, his teeth milk white under his stringy black mustache. Markham returned the salutation. The caravaner glanced at Hermia's costume and swept off his hat. "You go to Alenon for the fte?" he asked in very bad French. Markham nodded.

George Gibbs - Madcap