crumleys

Updated: May 6, 2025

She's left that behind. I have the salt-cellar, thank you." She also hummed to herself at times and made her bread into little hard pellets, which she flicked across the table with her thumb at no one in particular and in sheer absence of mind. The two Mr. Crumleys were sitting opposite to her, and they accepted the little charge of shot with all the placid equanimity bred of ancient custom.

Sir Hugh Walpole - Fortitude