ever-intruding

Updated: June 23, 2025

"And how do you like Enderley?" asked John, when, tea being over, I lay and rested, while he sat leaning his elbow on the window-sill, and his cheek against a bunch of those ever-intruding, inquisitive roses. "It is very, very pretty, and so comfortable almost like home." "I feel as if it were home," John said, half to himself.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - John Halifax, Gentleman