Through dusky lane and crowded mart, kinky outfits
Plying their task with busier feet, toungue vibrator
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.'
I have an annual holiday, which I generally spend in Wales; and often in this immediate neighbourhood."
"I do not wonder at your choice," replied Ruth. "It is a beautiful country." doubledong
"It is, indeed; and I have been inoculated by an old inn-keeper at Conway with a love for its people, and history, and traditions. I have picked up enough of the language to understand many of their legends; and some are very fine and awe-inspiring, others very poetic and fanciful."
Ruth was too shy to keep up the conversation by any remark of her own, although his gentle, pensive manner was very winning.
"For instance," said he, touching a long bud-laden stem of foxglove in the hedge-aide, at the bottom of which one or two crimson-speckled flowers were bursting from their green sheaths, "I dare say, you don't know what makes this fox-glove bend and sway so gracefully. You think it is blown by the wind, don't you?" He looked at her with a grave smile, which did not enliven his thoughtful eyes, but gave an inexpressible sweetness to his face.
"I always thought it was the wind. What is it?" asked Ruth innocently.