The Knot. Jane Borodale

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Название The Knot
Автор произведения Jane Borodale
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      JANE BORODALE

      The Knot

      Dedication

      For my grandmothers, who both had green fingers

      Epigraph

      The good and vertuous Physition, whose purpose is rather the health of many, than the wealthe of himselfe, will not (I hope) mislike this my enterprise, which to this purpose specially tendeth, that even the meanest of my Countrymen, (whose skill is not so profound, that they can fetch this knowledge out of strange tongues, nor their abilitie so wealthy, as to entertaine a learned Physition) may yet in time of their necessitie have some helps in their owne, or their neighbors fields and

       gardens at home.

      henry lyte, A Niewe Herball

      Contents

       Title Page

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      THE FIRST PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      Chapter VIII.

      Chapter IX.

      Chapter X.

      Chapter XI.

      Chapter XII.

      Chapter XIII.

      Chapter XIV.

      THE SECOND PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      Chapter VIII.

      Chapter IX.

      Chapter X.

      Chapter XI.

      Chapter XII.

      Chapter XIII.

      Chapter XIV.

      Chapter XV.

      Chapter XVI.

      Chapter XVII.

      Chapter XVIII.

      THE THIRD PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      Chapter VIII.

      Chapter IX.

      Chapter X.

      Chapter XI.

      Chapter XII.

      Chapter XIII.

      Chapter XIV.

      Chapter XV.

      Chapter XVI.

      Chapter XVII.

      THE FOURTH PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      Chapter VIII.

      Chapter IX.

      Chapter X.

      Chapter XI.

      THE FIFTH PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      Chapter VIII.

      Chapter IX.

      Chapter X.

      Chapter XI.

      Chapter XII.

      Chapter XIII.

      Chapter XIV.

      Chapter XV.

      THE SIXTH PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      Chapter VIII.

      Chapter IX.

      Chapter X.

      Chapter XI.

      Chapter XII.

      Chapter XIII.

      THE SEVENTH PART

      Chapter I.

      Chapter II.

      Chapter III.

      Chapter IV.

      Chapter V.

      Chapter VI.

      Chapter VII.

      THE EIGHTH PART

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgments

      Author’s Note

      Also by Jane Borodale

      Copyright

       About the Publisher

      THE FIRST PART

      The Place

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      Chapter I.

      Of BORAGE. Which endureth the winter like to the common Buglosse. The stalke is rough and rude, of the height of a foote and halfe, parting it selfe at the top into divers small branches, bearing faire and pleasant flowers in fashion like starres of colour blewe or Azure and sometimes white.

      TWO HOURS OF DIGGING, and Henry Lyte still feels that unrecognizable discomfort.

      Like a slight tipping, washing inside him, a darkish fluid lapping at his inner edges as though in a dusk, yet when he turns to it; nothing, nothing. Perhaps he is about to be unwell. Perhaps the Rhenish wine last night at supper was old or tainted, or he had too much of it.

      A man of nearly thirty-six with all his health should not be troubled by sudden, unspecifiable maladies. Being at work on the garden out in the fresh air should be enough of a wholesome antidote to sitting hunched and bookish in his study, over his new, impossible manuscript that is going so slowly. There is satisfaction to be had from being outside instead, slicing