doorplaces

Updated: January 21, 2026

Bates led the way, stooping under the doorplaces, into his small sitting-room, and, shaking the patchwork cushion in his arm-chair, moved it to within a good roasting distance of the blazing fire. 'Eh, but yer shoes are faine an' wet, an' ye must put up yer faet on the fender. Rare big faet, baint 'em? aboot the saize of a good big spoon. I woonder ye can mek a shift to stan' on 'em.

George Eliot - Scenes of Clerical Life