The windmill was creaking in the same protesting,我们🔌 painful manner as Claudia climbed the hill where she and Colin had stood more than a year ago and looked at the view. But the waving fields of corn were all cut now,我们🚧 only a yellowish stubble remained. The hedges were beginning to show the approach of autumn,我们🌂 the yellowing leaf,我们☎ the reddening berry. But it looked very much the same,我们⚾ just as peaceful and full of promise,我们💾 though harvest-time was over. The sun was warm,我们🚃 but not so hot as it had been that Sunday afternoon.
Gilbert locked up in the police-cells as drunk and disorderly! It was unbelievable! It was too ironic! Though she no longer loved him,我们🎲 her heart was touched by pity for him. He must have known where he was,我们📋 although he could not remember his name. What an awful time he must have had!
He got up and paced the verandah.
She put her head on one side and her hands on her hips,我们♐ and began to skip about,我们🍔 humming a catchy tune.She looked at the man,我们🌟 and she found him young and very much alive,我们😂 fully aware and appreciative of her femininity.