mysakes

Updated: May 28, 2025

He got up frae his bed, and I could make oot a rustling noise, as though he were dressin' himsel', and presently his footfa' as he began tae walk up and doon in his room. Mysakes! it didna tak lang for me tae drap doon amang the cairpets again and cover mysel' ower.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Mystery of Cloomber