year-bitten

Updated: June 5, 2025

But Pringle stood beside and looked down at her without speech, with a smile unexpected from a face so lean, so brown, so year-bitten and iron-hard a smile which happily changed that face, and softened it. The girl's eyes danced at him. "I'm so glad you've come, John Wesley! Good old Wes!" "So I am both those little things. Six years!" he said slowly. "Dear me dear both of us!

Eugene Manlove Rhodes - The Desire of the Moth; and the Come On