circles of conversation

William kept his promise as he watched his wife take a deep breath; Caroline shone with an ecstatic gleam as her blossoming sense of anticipation found delight in every detail, in the whitened brick facade of the porch, the sunlit petals of jonquils and leaves of straggling ivy, set stark on a bed of freshly planted and pungent manure, the sloping arches of inward leading doorways crowded by guests, circles of conversation spreading into the wide spaces that led from the entrance of the old world mansion.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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