The scent of the honeysuckle,庆阳👵 delicately persistent over the other field flowers,农场🐕 was around them both. The windmill across the field was giving slow,学校🌙 rheumatic creaks. A bird was chirping noisily in the bushy hedge.
His eyes challenged hers over the deep red roses. There was a little flush on her creamy cheeks now,庆阳🍔 and the primroses were fading whitely at her breast. There was a current of electricity in the little room going from him to her. She fancied she could almost hear the beating of the wings.