rascot

Updated: May 31, 2025

A lick now an again ud do him noa harm a cantankerous yoong rascot pert an proud, like t' passon's pig, I say. David could hear the talk to be as though it were actually beside him. It burnt into his ear. He groped his way through the lane and on to the moor trembling with physical exhaustion, the morbid frenzy within him choking his breath, the storm beating in his face.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - The History of David Grieve