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FOREWORD
One last fragment, written for his sister Moya, in Algiers, in 1911, where sounds like this occurred so often that they were part of the place:
Murder The clatter of blades and the clear Cold shiver of steel in the night— Blood spurts in the strange moonlight—The pattering footsteps of fear, A little thud and a sigh—The babbling whispers are still,Clouds come over the hill Silence comes over the sky.
Geraldine Plunkett.
30th June, 1916.
