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A woman in a wood-encountered accidentally, and alone. 'Tis an encounter to challenge curiosity-even though she be but a gipsy, or a peasant girl gathering sticks. If a high-born dame, beautiful, -and, above all, bright-haired, -curiosity is no longer the word; but admiration, involuntary, unrestrained-bordering upon adoration. It is but the instinct of man's heart to worship the fairest object, upon which man's eye may rest; and this is a beautiful woman, with bright hair, met in the middle of a wood. Marion Wade possessed all the conditions to merit such exalted admiration. She was high-born, beautiful, and bright-haired. She was alone in a wood. It did not detract from the interest of the situation, that she was mounted on a white horse, carried a hawk on her hand, and was followed by a hound. She was unaccompanied by human creature-hawk, hound, and horse being her only companions. It must have been her choice to be thus unattended. Wishing it, the daughter of Sir Marmaduke Wade might have had for escort a score of retainers. Autumn was in the sky: and along with it a noon-day sun. The golden light straggling through the leaves was reflected upon a field of blue, brilliant as the canopy whence it came. It was not the blue of the hyacinth gleaming in the forest glade, nor the modest violet that empurples the path. In October it could not be either. More attractive was that cerulean tint, seen in the iris of a woman's eye-the eye of Marion Wade. The sunbeams danced upon her yellow hair, with apparent delight, kissing its tresses of kindred colour-kissing her radiant cheek, that, even under the shadow of the trees, looked luminous. What does she in the wild wood unguarded-unattended? Is she a-hawking? The kestrel perched upon her gloved hand should say, yes. But more than once game has sprung up temptingly before her; and still the hood has been suffered to stay upon the hawk, and its jesses are retained in leash. Has she lost her way-is she wanderin
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