street-wrangler

Updated: September 9, 2025

"Well, you see, you were quite wrong," burst out Mrs. Agar, with a derisive laugh. "For I knew it all along. Arthur told me at the first." Her voice came as a shock to them all. It was harsh and common, the voice of the street-wrangler. "Then," cried Seymour Michael, as sharp as fate, "why did you not tell Miss Glynde?" He raised his arm, pointing one lean dark finger into her face.

Henry Seton Merriman - From One Generation to Another