ection>D. K. Broster
Almond, Wild Almond
Historical Romance Novel
e-artnow, 2021
Contact: [email protected]
EAN: 4064066387402
Table of Contents
Almond, wild almond,
Give counsel to me,
And hush thy fierce lover
The wind in the tree!
Along the night pasture
I’ve come through the dew
To tell thee, wild almond,
The old songs are true!
I too have a lover. . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
O had he entreated
I could have said nay,
But he, he says nothing,
And then goes away!
Ah, loves he for ever?
And loves me alone?
These things that men say not
How can they be known?
He may, but he may not—
And I would be free:—
Now play not, now sway not,
Thou little black tree,
Almond, wild almond,
Give counsel to me!
Herbert Trench.
CHAPTER I
Seven o’clock of the dark, furious March evening, seven o’clock on the second day of the second storm. “Unless,” thought the young French officer standing with one hand upon the high, yellowing mantelpiece, “unless we should reckon this week’s tornado as but a prolongation of last week’s. God, what weather!”
A fiercer blast than before pounded at the windows of the Intendance de la Marine at Dunkirk, and a vicious puff of black smoke came volleying out between the impassive caryatids of the fireplace. “Forty thousand devils!” exclaimed Lieutenant the Vicomte Marie-Cyprien d’Ornières de Lancize, as he sprang back, amid some derisive laughter from the other end of the room, and, whipping forth his pocket-handkerchief,
