quadrepid

Updated: April 30, 2025

'Twas more nor an hour ago, and I've been able to do nothing since, but sit here and weep; I couldn't redd up after that." "Warn't it the quadrepid?" asked Peckaby in a mocking tone. "No, it weren't," she moaned. "It were nothing but that white pony of Farmer Blow's." "Him, was it," said Peckaby, with affected scorn.

Mrs. Henry Wood - Verner's Pride