The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (2.1894)

Thy Heart's Desire

By Netta Syrett

I

he tents were pitched in a little piain surrounded by hüls.

Right and left there were Stretches of tender vivid green
where the young com was springing ; further still, on either hand,
the piain was yellow with mustard-flower; but in the immediate
foreground it was bare and stony. A few thorny bushes pushed
their straggling way through the dry soil, ineffectively as far as
the grace of the landscape was concerned, for they merely served
to emphasise the barren aridness of the land that stretched before
the tents, sloping gradually to the distant hüls.

The hüls were uninteresting enough in themselves; they had
no grandeur of outline, no picturesqueness even, though at
morning and evening the sun, like a great magician, clothed them
with beauty at a touch.

They had begun to change, to soften, to blush rose-red in the
evening light, when a woman came to the entrance of the largest
of the tents and looked towards them. She leant against the
support on one side of the canvas Aap, and putting back her
head, rested that too against it, while her eyes wandered over the
piain and over the distant hüls.

She