It was April 22, 1831, and a young man was walking down Whitehall in the direction of Parliament Street. He wore shepherd's plaid trousers and the swallow-tail coat of the day, with a figured muslin cravat wound about his wide-spread collar.
‘Crush the cockatrice,’ he groaned, from his death-cell. ‘I am dead in law’ – but of the girl he denied that he had ‘attempted to vitiate her at Nine years old’; for ‘upon the word of a dying man, both her Eyes did see, and her Hands did act in all that was done’.
He grappled up the tree and perched himself on a branch that gave him a good view over the most of the jungle.
In the national figures this bawdy laughter seems hardly ever to be present; it is only slyly winked at once in the King's praises in the pillow reference, but on the whole it is suppressed or censored out by successive izimbongi.
pillow
アカウントを持っていませんか？ 新規登録
アカウントを持っていますか？ ログイン
DiQt（ディクト）
無料
★★★★★★★★★★
