THE ISLE OF UNREST
By Henry Seton Merriman
TO LUCASTA
GOING TO THE WARS
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True: a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much
Lov'd I not honour more.
RICHARD LOVELACE.
CONTENTS
[ CHAPTER I. THE MOVING FINGER. ]
[ CHAPTER V. IN THE RUE DU CHERCHE-MIDI. ]
[ CHAPTER VII. JOURNEY'S END. ]
[ CHAPTER VIII. AT VASSELOT. ]
[ CHAPTER IX. THE PROMISED LAND. ]
[ CHAPTER XVI. A MASTERFUL MAN. ]
[ CHAPTER XVII. WITHOUT DRUM OR TRUMPET. ]
[ CHAPTER XVIII. A WOMAN OF ACTION. ]
[ CHAPTER XXII. IN THE MACQUIS ]
[ CHAPTER XXIII. AN UNDERSTANDING. ]
[ CHAPTER XXIV. CE QUE FEMME VEUT. ]
[ CHAPTER XXV. ON THE GREAT ROAD. ]
[ CHAPTER XXVI. THE END OF THE JOURNEY. ]
[ CHAPTER XXVII. THE ABBÉ'S SALAD. ]
[ CHAPTER XXIX. A BALANCED ACCOUNT. ]
[ CHAPTER XXX. THE BEGINNING AND THE END. ]