fretful🔊

I could a Tale unfold, whose lightest word / Would harrow up thy soule, freeze thy young blood, / Make thy two eyes like Starres, start from their Spheres, / Thy knotty and combined locks to part, / And each particular haire to stand an end, / Like Quilles upon the fretfull Porpentine: […]

It was another cry, but not quite like the one she had heard last night; it was only a short one, a fretful, childish whine muffled by passing through walls.