print-clad

Updated: May 19, 2025

I have no recollection whatever of how or when she drifted out of my life. But the visit to Jinny's deathbed, and the exciting leaps from the immeasurably long kitchen table into Amelia's print-clad arms, are things which stand out rather more clearly in my recollection than many of the events of, say, twenty years later.

A. J. (Alec John) Dawson - The Record of Nicholas Freydon: An Autobiography