gilt-and-onyx

Updated: May 11, 2025

She sat down wearily on the arm of an over-stuffed armchair and looked up at the gilt-and-onyx clock which I suspected Casey of having bought. "If he isn't lynched before morning," she sighed whimsically, "he'll probably make it to the Nevada line all right." I rose, also glancing at the clock. But the Little Woman put up a hand to forbid the plan she read in my mind.

B. M. Bower - The Trail of the White Mule