squyrt

Updated: May 16, 2025

He certainly looked as if he believed it when Lady Mealhead told him and his expressive Gallic eyes waxed tender at the mention of her mother, the relict of the late clergyman, whose name had somehow been overlooked by Crockford. A Frenchman loves his mother in the abstract. Nor could M. de Chauxville take exception at young Cyril Squyrt, the poet. Cyril looked like a poet.

Henry Seton Merriman - The Sowers