luve-locks

Updated: May 4, 2025

She's aw in white satin, my lassie, an in her brown hair theer's pearls, an a blue ribbon just howdin down t' little luve-locks on her forehead an on her saft neck theer's pearls again not soa white, by a thoosand mile, as her white skin an t' lace fa's ower her proud shoothers, an down her luvely arms an she looks at me wi her angry eyes Eh, but she's a queen! cried 'Lias, in a sudden outburst of admiration.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - The History of David Grieve