sh-h-hh

Updated: June 10, 2025

Wollaver just as he was passing the house. Where's " "Sh-h-hh!" came Peggy Blackton's sibilant whisper. Joanne's hands had crept to John's face. "I think," she said, "that it is the minister, John." Her warm lips were near, and he kissed them. "Come, Joanne. We will go down."

James Oliver Curwood - The Hunted Woman