gonedotti

Updated: May 16, 2025

We couldn't get the blighter to move, and I ground the handle like Signor Gonedotti of Saffron Hill in the parish of High Holborn. You'd have laughed fit to split if you'd have been there, Anna and, oh my Sammy, what a thing it is to have a thirst and to bring it home with you. Do I see myself before a mahogany one or do I not eh, what? Do I dream, do I sleep, or is visions about?

Sir Max Pemberton - Aladdin of London : or, Lodestar