d-i-s

Updated: April 30, 2025

His wife was out with eggs; so he caught little Rose Sutton, that had more than once spelled an epistle for him; and she read it out in a loud and reckless whine: "'At noon this very daie Muster Hardie's a-g-e-n-t, aguent d-i-s dis, h-o-n honoured dis-honoured a bill; and sayed." Here she made a full stop. Then on to the next verse. "'There were no more asses."

Charles Reade - Hard Cash