mollrowing

Updated: May 6, 2025

I asked, turning to her as she stood smiling bitterly by the window. For I knew that it would annoy her to be referred to. "Goes it not something like this?" And I hummed fairly enough: "'My true love hath my heart and I have his." * "And if it goes like that," said she, quickly, "it goeth like a tomcat mollrowing on the tiles in the middle of the night."

S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett - Red Axe