There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.
The Spirit of Place, and Other Essays (ed. 1899)
There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.
The Spirit of Place, and Other Essays (ed. 1899)