Protection by S.A. Reid5/19/2023 ![]() ![]() More attractive was that cerulean tint, seen in the iris of a woman’s eye-the eye of Marion Wade. It was not the blue of the hyacinth gleaming in the forest glade, nor the modest violet that empurples the path. The golden light straggling through the leaves was reflected upon a field of blue, brilliant as the canopy whence it came. Wishing it, the daughter of Sir Marmaduke Wade might have had for escort a score of retainers.Īutumn was in the sky: and along with it a noon-day sun. It must have been her choice to be thus unattended. She was unaccompanied by human creature-hawk, hound, and horse being her only companions. 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 high-born, beautiful, and bright-haired. Marion Wade possessed all the conditions to merit such exalted admiration. 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. ![]() If a high-born dame, beautiful,-and, above all, bright-haired,-curiosity is no longer the word but admiration, involuntary, unrestrained-bordering upon adoration. ’Tis an encounter to challenge curiosity-even though she be but a gipsy, or a peasant girl gathering sticks. A woman in a wood-encountered accidentally, and alone. ![]()
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