cosifying

Updated: May 24, 2025

Or sometimes of an evening, the lamp lighted, the remnants of the meat tea cleared away, the flickering firelight cosifying the dingy rooms, I go a-visiting. There is no need for me to ring the bell, to mount the stairs. Through the thin transparent walls I can see you plainly, old friends of mine, fashions a little changed, that is all.

Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome - Paul Kelver, a Novel