Saturday, March 07, 2020

A lovely voice

So absorbed was he with this spectacle that he did not see her enter, and was only made aware of her presence when there spoke from behind him a clear little voice which, even when it was laughing at you, always seemed to have in it something of the song of larks on summer mornings and winds whispering across the fields in spring.

(from Money For Nothing, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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