thurlot

Updated: May 13, 2025

But Auntie Nan did not look at him. She was working a lamb on a sampler, and she reached over the frame to take something out of a drawer and hand it to him. It was a medallion of a young child a boy, with long fair curls like a girl's, and a face like sunshine. "Was it father, Auntie?" "Yes; a French painter who came ashore with Thurlot painted it for grandfather." Philip laid it on the table.

Sir Hall Caine - The Manxman: A Novel - 1895