eigh-ty-seven

Updated: July 6, 2025

Well; I ought to have my share of it, and to be waited on, and kept warm and comfortable; for I'm eighty-seven, and a poor old man. I'm eigh-ty-seven. Eigh-ty-seven!" His guide came crawling forth from his place of refuge, and was ready for him before he reached the arches. "Back to the woman's?" he inquired. "Back, quickly!" answered Redlaw. "Stop nowhere on the way!"

Charles Dickens - The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain