exhaustit

Updated: July 7, 2026

But, rugg her hardest, the fush stuck i' the neuk as gin he waur a bit o' the solid rock, an' her leddyship was becomin' gey an' exhaustit. 'Take the rod yourself, Geordie, says she, 'and try what you can do; I freely own the fish is too many for me. Weel, I gruppit the rod, an' I gied a shairp, steady, upward drag; an' up the brute cam, clean spent.

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