Lewis Rand by Mary Johnston
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ILLUSTRATIONS I will make court to you in a court some day (Frontispiece) You are a scoundrel Cary saw and flung out his arm, swerving his horse, but too late Drink to me only with thine eyes CHAPTER I THE ROAD TO RICHMOND The tobacco-roller and his son pitched their camp beneath a gum tree upon the edge of the wood. It was October, and the gum was the colour of blood. Behind it rolled the autumn forest; before it stretched a level of broom-sedge, bright ochre in the light of the setting sun. The road ran across this golden plain, and disappeared in a league-deep wood of pine. From an invisible clearing came a cawing of crows. The sky was cloudless, and the evening wind had not begun to blow. The small, shining leaves of the gum did not stir, and the flame of the camp-fire |
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