n-ow-ow

Updated: May 24, 2025

I would be there now, n-ow-ow," his voice rose querulously, "if Madame Cressida did not imagine that she needs me, and her fancies, you know," he flourished his hands, "one gives in to them. In humouring her caprices you and I have already played some together." We were approaching Cressida's deck chairs, ranged under the open windows of her stateroom.

Willa Sibert Cather - Youth and the Bright Medusa