dear-lov'd

Updated: May 19, 2025

And thus they were situated, lover-like, when a low, rapt voice broke in on them, 'A dear-lov'd lad, convenience snug, A treacherous inclination. "Oh, Wullie, I wush you were here!" It was little M'Adam. He was leaning in at the open window, leering at the young couple, his eyes puckered, an evil expression on his face. "The creetical moment! and I interfere! David, ye'll never forgie me."

Alfred Ollivant - Bob, Son of Battle