Arthur Stringer,
The Anatomy of Love — Chapter 11
(1916)
“ A sense of isolation from realities, of detachment from earthly worries and duties, stole over the young professor, as he helped Sybil unpack the hampers, spread the snow-white cloth, and drape and shroud the rough bench with leaves and blossoms until it looked like a bower. ”
Arthur Stringer,
The Anatomy of Love — Chapter 11
(1916)
“ Macraven wondered—a little disturbed, and for reasons he could not fathom—if, after all, that excursion into town was fun for Anne. And for the rest of the afternoon, while Sybil kept Hannah busy in the kitchen and Terence carried mysterious bundles back and forth across the fields to the Wishing Oak, the young professor loitered about, somewhat ill at ease and indeterminately guilty of conscience, wondering just when and where would come the opportunity for his serious talk with this restless child of impulse. ”
Arthur Stringer,
The Anatomy of Love — Chapter 11
(1916)
“ His voice sounded strained and unnatural to his own ears. Sybil did not answer. He only felt the fingers in his clasp twitch a little. “That can't be young Sewell and Anne back already, can it?” he demanded inadequately, as he rose to his feet. He stood listening, as the sounds grew louder. “Yes,” he admitted, “those are the dogs. And that's Anne's voice I hear, I'm certain!” “Oh, bother!” said Sybil, in a strangely irritable and earthly tone of voice. ”
