pentit

Updated: May 21, 2025

"Feather beds are saft, Pentit rooms are bonnie, But ae kiss o' my dear love Better's far than ony." The rain was still falling, the sea was loud, the mighty breath of night was shaking the walls of the house and rioting through the town. He was wet and tired, longing for a dry skin and a warm bed and rest. "Yet fain wad I rise and rin If I tho't I would meet my dearie."

Sir Hall Caine - The Manxman: A Novel - 1895