smurring

Updated: May 10, 2025

Not a sail showed, not a wing anywhere under the leaden clouds that still dropped their rain in patches, smurring out the horizon. The wind had died down, but the ships kept their harbours and the sea-birds their inland shelters. Alone of animate things, Captain Vyell's coach-and-six crept forth and along the beach, as though tempted by the promise of a wintry gleam to landward.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - Lady Good-for-Nothing : A Man's Portrait of a Woman