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Leaving the high road on his right hand, Prosper struck over the heath

towards a solemn beech-wood, which he took to be the very threshold of

Morgraunt As a fact it was no er of its

hand, by na an entry,

but found nothing to suit hiap in the sandy bank, and saw that a littlethe trees He put his horse at the gap, and was soon

cantering happily through the wood Thus he came short upon an

adventure The path ran ahead of hi vista, but just

where it should meet in a point it broadened out suddenly so as to

upon this cleared space,

and he sahat he saw

This was a tall lady, richly dressed in so a deada very bad business of

it She was dainty to view, her hands and arms shone like white

marble; but apart from all this it was clear to Prosper that she

lacked the th for the office she had proposed herself The

dead man was not very tall, but he was too tall for the lady The

roughness of the ground, the resistance of the underwood, the

incapacity of the perfor Brother Bonaccord, quickened his horse to a