patch-wearing

Updated: June 25, 2025

Striding up to the hearth, and standing with his back to it, the cavalier broke into a forced laugh. "Strange company you keep, gentlemen. I spy one among you whom you had better put forth without delay." "Whom mean you?" asked the patch-wearing Querto. "'May I not take mine ease in mine inn? as the fat fellow says in the play. May not a plain soldier choose his own company?"

H. G. (Henry George) Keene - St George's Cross