slow-whirling

Updated: May 29, 2025

But her words went down the lonely wind that had begun to drag at the lighted tent. 'There' said Reddin, pleased with his kisses. 'Now come and dance, and you'll see if a chap of forty can't tire you. Afterwards we'll settle the parson's hash. He lifted the tent-flap, and they went in and were taken by the bright, slow-whirling life.

Mary Gladys Meredith Webb - Gone to Earth