food-satchels

Updated: May 1, 2025

And nobody wanted him: 'twas as though they were afraid of his strong limbs and his stubborn head because his glowing eyes could not entreat meekly enough and his blackguardly togs.... Morning came; the working-folk were early astir. Lean men and pale women, carrying their kettles and food-satchels in their hands, beat the slippery pavements with their wooden shoes.

Stijn Streuvels - The Path of Life