Why, he's the greenest bug I ever saw and he matches the van.

He's a nomad with the wild romance of the woodland bounding through him.

I did think I'd score heavily with him." Diane discreetly ignored the inference.

Whistling happily, Mr.Poynter poured the coffee and leaned back against a tree trunk.

Watching him one might have read in his fine eyes a keener appreciation of nomadic life--and nomads--than he ever expressed.
There was idyllic peace and quiet in this grove of ancient oaks shot with the ruddy color of the sunset.