r-r-r-e

Updated: May 14, 2025

She tossed over the back of her chair an envelope to Thatcher. He opened it. "I see," he said gently, "you repossessed yourself of it!" "What is that 'r-r-r-e possess'?" "Why!" Thatcher hesitated "you got possession of this paper, this innocent forgery, again." "Oh! You think me a thief as well as a 'forgaire. Go away! Get up. Get out." "My dear girl " "Look at the paper! Will you?

Bret Harte - The Story of a Mine