"Buzzing?" repeated Magdalen, in the utmost astonishment.
I've had the Buzzing in my head, off and on -- how many years?" She stopped, reflected, lost herself, and suddenly tried a question in despair.
The air was full of the smell of flowers, and the buzzing
of insects, and the twittering of birds, and there were no people, no wagons, there was no stir of life, nothing going on.