tromboned

Updated: July 25, 2025

But the dreadful outline of her shoulders was visible, the squarish oval of her face shone out the wide forehead from which the wiry black hair was combed to a high puff, the red eyes, black now, the long straight nose, the wide laughing mouth with the enormous teeth. Her voice conquered easily. "Nein," she tromboned, through the din.

Dorothy Miller Richardson - Pointed Roofs : Pilgrimage, Volume 1