trysting-hour-now

Updated: May 16, 2025

Then instantly the blood sank from his heart, as if its very walls had caved in, for he remembered the trysting-hour-now gone by! Without a word he turned and rushed forth madly through the city and the gate, over the fields into the wood. Spent of breath he reached the tree, and, listening fearfully, he heard once more the low voice murmur: "Rhoecus!"

Frances Jenkins Olcott - Good Stories for Holidays