sal-wolatily

Updated: May 24, 2025

Virginia, who had become quite sociable, was passing her little fingers through my father's large whiskers, while he every now and then put his pipe out of his mouth to kiss her. I had the porter-pot on my knees, my father having told me to take a swig, when my mother entered the room. "Well, Mr Benjamin, I shouldn't wonder but Oh! mercy, it's he!" cried my mother. "Oh! be quick sal-wolatily!"

Frederick Marryat - Poor Jack