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Updated: May 26, 2025
"The giant, sir?" said the poor fellow, shivering. "Giant?" cried Ramball. "Well, yes, giant if you like. Where did you see him?" "It was about a mile down the road, sir, and we was coming down the Cut Lane with a load of clover, my mate and me, which we had been to fetch for the governor's horses in the yard here.
Here they grew more or less apart in special sheets and patches of no great size, there in broad, flowing folds hundreds of miles in length zones of polleny forests, zones of flowery chaparral, stream-tangles of rubus and wild rose, sheets of golden composite, beds of violets, beds of mint, beds of bryanthus and clover, and so on, certain species blooming somewhere all the year round.
Crossing the fields in summer, he would gather a great bunch of dandelion blossoms, and red and white clover, to bring and scatter on the cots, as reminders of out-door air and sunshine. When practicable, he came to the long and crowded wards of the maimed, the feeble, and the dying, only after preparations as for a festival, strengthened by a good meal, rest, the bath, and fresh underclothes.
A medley of color played its charming variations over fields, over acres of poppies, over plains of red clover, over the backs of spotted cattle, mixing, mingling, blending a thousand twists and turns into one exquisite, harmonious whole.
"Don’t you really know what it says?" she asked more earnestly. "Yes, I do," Clover answered, "but Denham must never know that I do." "I won’t tell him," she said smiling faintly. "But surely he can’t be as badly off as this says. Has he really lost all his hair?"
I found two speceis of native clover here, the one with a very narrow small leaf and a pale red flower, the other nearly as luxouriant as our red clover with a white flower the leaf and blume of the latter are proportionably large. I found several other uncommon plants specemines of which I preserved.
She drawled so sweetly and fixed her mouth in such an odd way that he was impelled to kiss her. "You clover blossom," he would say to her, coming over and taking her by the arms. "You sprig of cherry bloom. You Dresden china dream." "Now, are you going to muss my hair, when I've just managed to fix it?" The voice was the voice of careless, genial innocence and the eyes. "Yes, I am, minx."
"You're too esoteric for me. It's quite time I was gone." The way through Clover Street was not the shortest way home; but he climbed the hill and passed the little house.
Knight was so much affected that she let her off at once, and even kissed her in token of forgiveness, which made poor Ocean sob harder than ever. All the way home she sobbed; faithful little Clover, running along by her side in great distress, begging her to stop crying, and trying in vain to hold up the fragments of her dress, which was torn in, at least, a dozen places.
Swann used often to go and spend a few days at Laon, and, for all that it was many miles away, the distance was obviated by the absence of any intervening obstacle; when, on hot afternoons, I would see a breath of wind emerge from the farthest horizon, bowing the heads of the corn in distant fields, pouring like a flood over all that vast expanse, and finally settling down, warm and rustling, among the clover and sainfoin at my feet, that plain which was common to us both seemed then to draw us together, to unite us; I would imagine that the same breath had passed by her also, that there was some message from her in what it was whispering to me, without my being able to understand it, and I would catch and kiss it as it passed.
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