why-e-yeh

Updated: May 21, 2025

Before the blow could fall, the furnace flare blazed aloft like a mighty torch, and the man grounded his weapon. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Gordon; I I took ye for somebody else," he stammered; and Tom scanned his face sharply by the light of the burning gases. "Whom? for instance," he queried. "Why-e-yeh I reckon it don't make any diff'rence my tellin' you; you'd ought to have it in for him, too.

Francis Lynde - The Quickening