sprunkle

Updated: July 18, 2025

The twilight deepened, and in the silence I gazed upon that splendid dome of a forehead which time could not mar, at the width between the eyes, and at the eyes themselves clear, out-looking, and wide-seeing. She rose to her feet with an air of dismissing me, saying "Ut wull be a dark walk home, an' there wull be more thon a sprunkle o' wet un the sky." "Have you any regrets, Margaret Henan?"

Jack London - The Strength of the Strong