whart's

Updated: June 22, 2025

Nothing short of the great Roc itself could, it seemed, snatch the poor fellow from his death perch. There came suddenly an ominous silence. Then strode out in front of his fellows and he moved so close to the ruin that the women whimpered and held one another an old, rough-bearded chap in stained corduroy. "Whart's he gone to do?" gasped the sibilant voices.

Bernard Edward Joseph Capes - At a Winter's Fire