nine-an'-ninety

Updated: June 23, 2025

"Aye an' the last twain wi' a bullet apiece in their skulls. Oh, rare! Dear heart hold my head so, atween thy hands. 'Put on his cast off duds, said Alsie, 'an' stand afore the glass, sayin' "Come, true man!" nine-an'-ninety time. I was mortal 'feard o' losin' count; but afore I got to fifty, I heard thy step an' hold me closer, Jack." "But Joan, are these men dead, say you?" "Surely, yes.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - The Splendid Spur