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ing through the woods and diffused the mystery of heaven over the forest paths, the trees, the streets of the town; and she melted into a sweet and noble human face-a face

d wakened up beyond my expectations, and soon we were racing along, laug

meets him at the river in Hades," he cried. "Be he p

us in groves on the right; our horses galloping faster and faster; our dash into a bold rocky cutting; our consternation!-a young maiden picking up autumn l

" I sh

de of her, snatched off her bouquet of autumn leaves and strewed them in a cloud. Thank God only that we

across her brow and cheek-could see them as if with supernatural vividness. Yet her eyes lighted proudly, her form held itself erect, and her clear features triumphed with the lines as

quire her name. "Alexandra Grant," she said gracefully enough. Ah yes, I recollected-t