novercoat

Updated: May 21, 2025

Brisher paused, and affected amusement at the memory. "The old man was a scorcher," he said; "a regular scorcher." "What!" said I; "did he ?" "It was like this," explained Mr. Brisher, laying a friendly hand on my arm and breathing into my face to calm me. "Just to dror 'im out, I told a story of a chap I said I knew pretendin', you know who'd found a sovring in a novercoat 'e'd borrowed.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - Twelve Stories and a Dream