Sir Gibbie

pubOne.info present you this new edition. "e;Come oot o' the gutter, ye nickum! "e; cried, in harsh, half-masculine voice, a woman standing on the curbstone of a short, narrow, dirty lane, at right angles to an important thoroughfare, itself none of the widest or cleanest. She was dressed in dark petticoat and print wrapper. One of her shoes was down at the heel, and discovered a great hol...