But it's not for me to stand talking with your ladyship; though there's one poult missing, I'm sure of that.
I questioned her pretty closely, and she really seemed not very clear whether she had really lost a poult or not.
Also the general idea is that no blood will impose upon the experts, or jury of matrons, except that of a pigeon-poult which exactly resembles hymeneal blood—when not subjected to the microscope.
On the night of consummation they cut the throat of a pigeon-poult and sprinkled the blood on her shift.
Well, a turkey poult for one thing; the rest you’ll see when the covers are taken off.
The girl shook her head at him, her dark, grey eyes bright with merriment, as she tripped out of the room, to reappear with the turkey poult before referred to.
On the night of consummation they cut the throat of a pigeon poult and sprinkled the blood on her shift.
Also the general idea is that no blood will impose upon the exerts, or jury of matrons, except that of a pigeon-poult which exactly resembles hymeneal blood-- when not subjected to the microscope.
