winkfuls

Updated: May 15, 2025

This woman, to whom, the priests have made their industrious moan, holding up the effigy of Christ when their own appeals became of no avail, perched there in the lofty air, counting her breaths, counting the winkfuls of light, counting the final wrestles of her breaking heart, had been the belle of her section, and many good men had courted her hand.

George Alfred Townsend - The Life, Crime, and Capture of John Wilkes Booth