kynecroft

Updated: May 14, 2025

"Ay! and pressed her little white hands upon it as if she had got a treasure. I doubt it will be more like the asp in the Bible story, eh! sir?" "There! I don't want your reflections," said Meadows, fiercely, but his voice quavered. The myrmidon was silenced. Susan made her escape into a field called the Kynecroft, belonging to the citizens, and there she read the letter.

Charles Reade - It Is Never Too Late to Mend