r'y'list

Updated: May 6, 2025

Whenever that brother o' mine, who went to grief and soldiering, used to make me smell his fist, my nose always bled, and his fist was quite as hard as that hard-riding R'y'list chap's. Called me a Roundhead dog, too, he did, as he hit me. If I'd caught him, I'd ha' rounded his head for him." "Yes, yes, of course, Samson; but come down to the stream, and bathe your face.

George Manville Fenn - Crown and Sceptre: A West Country Story