One of the mysteries of the English language finally explained.
- ‘Not far short of the Oregon border, I stopped for a beer at a tiny townlet in a wilderness of sage that had a post office, a tavern and not much else.’
- ‘On the misty September Saturday night in question, Tess makes her way from Chaseborough to a barn in a nearby ‘townlet’ where her fellow Trantridge cottagers are at a ‘private jig’.’
- ‘So we walk through the utterly captivating townlet of Chartres, with its cobbled lanes, old maisons, Italian style piazzas, haute shops and the Eure flowing gently, even a little murkily, at the base of the town.’
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