lavender-shrubs

Updated: May 4, 2025

Jeannot looked up at her, then went on his slow sad way through the wet lavender-shrubs and the opening buds of the lilies. "You will only think of that stranger, Bébée, never of any of us never again," he said; and wearily opened the little gate and went through it, and down the daybreak stillness of the lane. It was a foolish thing to say; but when were lovers ever wise?

Ouida - Bebee