Upon neighbouring stones earth-fast like two islands of an archipelago in an ocean of heather sat a boy and a girl the girl knitting or as she would have called it weaving a stocking and the boy his eyes fixed on her face talking with an animation that amounted almost to excitement. He had great fluency and could have talked just as fast in good English as in the dialect in which he was now pouring out his ambitions-the broad Saxon of Aberdeen.
还没人写过短评呢