dirt-lined

Updated: July 6, 2026

I see that I am standing beside an iron seat of poor design in that grey and gawky waste of asphalte Trafalgar Square, and the botanist, with perplexity in his face, stares from me to a poor, shrivelled, dirt-lined old woman my God! what a neglected thing she is! who proffers a box of matches.... He buys almost mechanically, and turns back to me.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - A Modern Utopia