seventane

Updated: May 2, 2025

This creature, bowed and satiate with monotonous years, took the pipe from her indrawn lips, and asked in a weary, trembling falsetto: 'How many wives hast had? 'Seventane, the Inca retorted quickly, dropping at once into broad dialect, 'and now lone and lookin' to wed again. Wilt have me? 'Nay, replied the crone. 'I've buried four mysen, and no man o' mine shall bury me.

Arnold Bennett - Tales of the Five Towns