allarmont

Updated: May 10, 2025

My mother found herself crouched against the bed, and rose rose with a glad invincible conviction of accepted prayer. . . . Already, when it came to us, the soldiers, crowded between the lines of dusty poplars along the road to Allarmont, were chatting and sharing coffee with the French riflemen, who had hailed them from their carefully hidden pits among the vineyards up the slopes of Beauville.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - In the Days of the Comet