figger'ead

Updated: May 11, 2025

Kent at last managed to articulate, raising a shaking forefinger to the ghastly scar which seamed the other's cheek. "Shipmate stove me down with a marlin-spike from the main-royal. An' now as you 'ave your figger'ead in trim, wot I want to know is, wot's it to you? That's wot I want to know wot's it to you? Gawd blime me! do it 'urt you? Ain't it smug enough for the likes o' you?

Jack London - The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke