“
And, oh! It was a beautiful evening, as heather-purple and gorse-gold as the moorland around them, and the sky above was that stark shade of blue that looked neither dark nor light enough to be true. If it were a painting, a critic might have said that the colours were all wrong. Jack, of course, knew better than that. He had spend many an evening out on the moor. And Meadowsweet – oh how she loved it.
”
― The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
― The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits
“
Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.
”
― Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths
― Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths
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