Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn, 1914The sea was a pale elfin green and the afternoon had already felt the fairy touch of evening as a young woman with dark hair, dressed in a crinkly copper-coloured sort of dress of the artistic order, was walking rather listlessly along the parade of Pebblewick-on-Sea, trailing a parasol and looking...
Posted by Michael Zeleny on 13 May 2013, 18:11
