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In theto her feet she saw that it was not

Hugon, and her heart grew caloith her brown

hair loosed fro over her shoulders in heavy

waves whose crests caught the sunlight, she stood against the tree beneath

which she had lain, gazed ide-open eyes at the intruder, and guessed

fro his hat that he was a

gentleentlemen when she saw the like a partridge across the road before his horse,

upon her and

the Widow Constance's Barbara gathering fagots in the November woods, had

tossed to each a sixpence; a third, on vestry business with the minister,

had touched her beneath the chin, and sworn that an she were not so brown

she were fair; a fourth, lying hidden upon the bank of the creek, had

caught her boat head as she pushed it into the reeds, and had tried to

kiss her

They had certain ways, had gentlereat harm