mackerel-heads

Updated: May 29, 2025

In a filthy purlieu under Fish-street Hill, where mackerel-heads and herrings strewed the drains, and sour kits of whitebait stood fermenting in the sun, the bandy-legged man turned suddenly into a dingy court, and when Nick reached the corner of the entry-way was gone as though the earth had swallowed him. Nick stopped dismayed, and looked about, His forehead was wet and his breath was gone.

John Bennett - Master Skylark