jubbah

Updated: May 3, 2025

And when I did get out, I was away up the length of the street, trailing my long jubbah, glancing backward, panting, for I thought that she might dare to follow, with her daring evil will. And all that night I lay on a common bench in the wind-tossed and dismal Park. The first thing which I did when the sun was up was to return to that place: and I returned with hard and masterful brow.

M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel - The Purple Cloud