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Название: Almond, Wild Almond

Автор: D. K. Broster

Издательство: Bookwire

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       D. K. Broster

      Almond, Wild Almond

       Historical Romance Novel

      e-artnow, 2021

       Contact: [email protected]

      EAN: 4064066387402

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       Chapter VI

       Chapter VII

       Chapter VIII

       Chapter IX

       Chapter X

       Chapter XI

       Chapter XII

       Chapter XIII

       Chapter XIV

       Chapter XV

       Chapter XVI

       Chapter XVII

       Chapter XVIII

       Chapter XIX

       Chapter XX

       Chapter XXI

       Chapter XXII

       Chapter XXIII

       Chapter XXIV

       Chapter XXV

       Chapter XXVI

       Chapter XXVII

       Chapter XXVIII

       Chapter XXIX

       Chapter XXX

       Author’s Note

      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

       Table of Contents

      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, СКАЧАТЬ