flu-r-r-r

Updated: August 29, 2026

He reached out in the old way, lifted his horse by sheer great force and fairly flung him ahead! "Flu-r-r-r!" it was Lizzette's breath as he went by her. He shot his eyes quickly sideways as she flailed the air with her forefeet within a foot of his head.

John Trotwood Moore - The Bishop of Cottontown: A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills