termagency

Updated: July 15, 2025

Neugass, pitched high in the key of termagency; the faint, expostulatory voice of Alma Neugass; and finally one throat-torn sob that grated like a buzz saw against the night and the banging, reverberating slam of a door. Barefooted, trembling in the chill, Lilly peered out into the hallway, the grotesque procession returning down its length. Mr.

Fannie Hurst - Star-Dust

I've done a day's work already. If I was a girl I wouldn't want to sleep while my mother slaves." But let Lilly so much as venture down into the wintry gaslight of the bacon-fragrant kitchen, proffering her drowsy aid, a new flow, still in the key of termagency, would greet her. "Go right back to bed, Lilly. You want to catch your death of cold?" "But, mamma, you fuss so.

Fannie Hurst - Star-Dust