wind-wrapt

Updated: August 13, 2026

There was no one near to observe and liken her, standing there with blown tresses and wind-wrapt skirt on the edge of Ocean, to the fairest among goddesses, the Sea-born. She walked up the beach, the old man beside her. "Ay: you reckernise the taste of it, I dessay. But you'd not come back to it, not you. . . . It must be nigh upon dinner: my belly still keeps time like a clock.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - Lady Good-for-Nothing : A Man's Portrait of a Woman