gravel-stained

Updated: May 17, 2025

“Would you accept——?” she began, timidly. “What day?” he interrupted, hurriedly. “Tuesday,” she hesitated. “Four o’clock, again. Same place as before. When I whistle throw it over at once.” Before they had time to say more, Moggridge, blood- and gravel-stained, came up. “It’s all right, miss,” he said, coming between them; “I’ll see that he plays no more of ’is tricks.

J. Storer (Joseph Storer) Clouston - The Lunatic at Large