pattery

Updated: May 3, 2025

"Oh! they are gone," said Marion, when Eve looked unthinkingly round the room. One league out of Angouleme on the main road to Paris, Kolb stopped. "Vere shall we go?" "To Marsac," said David; "since we are on the way already, I will try once more to soften my father's heart." "I would rader mount to der assault of a pattery," said Kolb, "your resbected fader haf no heart whatefer."

Honoré de Balzac - Lost Illusions

High up in the glossy leaves one can sometimes hear a little pattery sound, finer than the crinkle of tissue paper a pretty little sound like a quiet sprinkle of cooling rain. When he does that he is whispering to the clouds that bring the freshness of the summer shower.

Keene Abbott - A Melody in Silver