paternal-fashion

Updated: May 17, 2025

He smiled broadly and put his hand paternal-fashion on Fuselli's knee. "Sure; you needn't worry, kid. I've got you fixed up all right," he said; then he added jovially, "Well, let's go see that girl of yours." They went out into the dark streets, where the wind, despite the smell of burnt gasolene and army camps, had a faint suavity, something like the smell of mushrooms; the smell of spring.

John Dos Passos - Three Soldiers