twenty-five-six

Updated: May 23, 2025

Here!" he exclaimed, springing up, and rummaging among his shelves. Presently he brought out a shabby old green cloth caftán, trimmed with a little tarnished silver lace, and held it up triumphantly to Chrysophrasia's sight. "Twenty-five-six pounds!" he cried, exultingly. "Cheap. Him coat of very big saint-man die going to Mecca last year. Cheap, lady twenty-five-six pounds!"

F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford - Paul Patoff

Mr Photographer Sykes is a man of resource, and deserves the prosperity which is the envy of his neighbours. Mrs Sykes wears silk linings to her skirts on Sundays, and rustles like the highest in the land. She had three new hats in one summer, and the fishmonger's wife knows for a fact that not one of the number costs less than "twenty-five-six."

Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey - Flaming June

Old eski, eski! Very old! Twenty-five-six pounds, lady! Hein! Pacha give more." "I fear that the traditions of his race are very strong," remarked Chrysophrasia, languidly examining the embroidery, a magnificent piece of work, about a yard and a half square, wrought in gold and silver threads upon a dark-red velvet ground; evidently of considerable antiquity, but in excellent preservation.

F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford - Paul Patoff