"...when the chestnut was in flower and the bells rang out high and clear over her gables and cupolas, exhaled the soft airs of centuries of youth...." - Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
"...when the chestnut was in flower and the bells rang out high and clear over her gables and cupolas, exhaled the soft airs of centuries of youth...." - Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder