ormidia

Updated: June 15, 2025

Here was a picturesque peasant-priest from the province of Ormidia, who had left his work in the fields and was moving among the crowd with a slow dignity of motion and the mien of some antique statue with sheep-skin garments of no shape, nor fashion, nor color, to mark his date his hair flowing in loose waves to the throat, from under the high, conical hat, his full curling beard and moustache obscuring the lines of the face and intensifying its impassiveness only in the eyes, without curiosity, a mild look of question at the strangeness of the ways and sights of cities such as some shepherd-god might wear, reserving judgment.

Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull - The Royal Pawn of Venice: A Romance of Cyprus