It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.
Eva IbbotsonNot a frog, I hope?โ he askedโฆShe shook her head. โNo. And if it was I wouldnโt kiss it, I promise you. I might kiss a prince if I could be sure heโd turn into a frog, but not the other way around.
Eva IbbotsonThen he kissed her. It was a very long time before he let her go. When he did, she looked up at him, hurt and bewilderment on her face. 'Why did you stop?' asked Tessa. 'I thought you might want to breathe,' said Guy carefully. 'Breathe?'said Tessa , shocked. 'I donโt need to ๏ปฟbreathe ๏ปฟ when Iโm with you.'
Eva Ibbotson