trulied

Updated: May 23, 2025

And he trulied himself across the darkness, to emerge in the light of the open door of the kitchen with the word still rumbling in his throat. Now for a time there came the clinking of dishes, sounds as of pans and kettles being scoured, the rolling gutturals of old Gaston, the cook, and the treble pipings of young "Glouglou," his grandchild and scullion.

Booth Tarkington - The Guest of Quesnay