John Freeman, The Dial (1923)
“ Richard looked after her diminishing figure, as it swayed under the apple boughs. The sun and dappling shadow made her dress bright as a bird's plumage—peacock-like for richness; and as she passed from sight he heard her voice ambling an air, no, he couldn't be quite sure of the air, and only felt that the voice was rich and full. Boney was still feeding and fondling his rabbits, and after a moment's silence Richard asked him, "Is that your sister—Myra?" ”
