purttiest

Updated: May 27, 2025

"Passon Walden," he began, in shaking accents "Passon Walden, sir, I'm fair beside myself 'ow to tell ye but you're a brave man wot knows the ways o' God an' 'ow mortal 'ard they seems to us all sometimes, poor an' rich alike, an' 'ow it do 'appen that the purttiest flowers is the quickest gone, an' the brightest wimin too, for that matter, an' an' " Here his rough halting voice broke into a hoarse sob "Oh, Passon, it's a blow! it's a mortal 'ard blow! she was a dear, sweet lady an' a good one, say what they will, an' 'ow they will an' she's gone, Passon! we won't never see her no more! she's gone!"

Marie Corelli - God's Good Man