streep

Updated: May 6, 2025

At the mouth of an alley, in the dim light of the streep lamp, stood the dark figure of Honoré Grandissime, f.m.c., holding up the loosely hanging form of a small man, the whole front of whose clothing was saturated with blood. "Why, Charlie Keene! Let him down again, quickly quickly; do not hold him so!" "Hands off," came in a ghastly whisper from the shape. "Oh, Chahlie, my boy "

George Washington Cable - The Grandissimes