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22 into the gesture of farewell, and darted off with furious speed along one of the narrow roads.

Lucy strove to raise her hand to wave but one parting sign—down it sank, powerless. At last a violent burst of tears expressed rather than relieved the feelings with which her heart was overcharged; and slowly she turned from the little brook which she had kept watching, as if she expected it still to retain the image of Evelyn. Anxiety preponderated over hope; and it was scarcely possible for Evelyn to encounter a danger not previously conjured up by the alarmed fancy of his mistress.

Leaving her to pursue her disconsolate path homewards, starting at every shadow that fell upon her way, and turning pale at the slightest sound, we will accompany Evelyn on his ride through the forest.

It has often been said, and so truly that one is perpetually tempted to say it again, that nothing exhilarates the spirits like a brisk gallop; and I believe, if ever we feel the enjoyment of mere existence, it is when, with foot in the stirrup and hand on the bridle, the ground seems to fly beneath the fiery creature, which is urged to its utmost speed. The air blows fresh against your face—the scene changes every instant. There is a sense of freedom and of power—a lively stir of all the