“Jenny had spent her girlhood at Nature’s knee. Birds and beasts were the only friends she had, and meadows, mountains and forests were all the world she knew. Now Jenny’s understanding was very quick: and she had learned of Nature… — Dornford Yates Copy Share Image
“Twice the clouds came down, to swathe Bel Air in their delicate folds of moisture for twenty-four hours. On the second occasion, the five… — Dornford Yates Copy Share Image
When a writer admits that he has an affection for something which he has written, it is high time to pray for his soul. — Dornford Yates Copy Share Image
“Jenny had spent her girlhood at Nature’s knee. Birds and beasts were the only friends she had, and meadows, mountains and forests were all… — Dornford Yates Copy Share Image
