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           Onemorning,however,findingthatmypathlaythroughadeepwood,Iventuredtocontinuemyjourneyafterthesunhadrisen;theday,whichwasoneofthefirstofspring,cheeredevenmebythelovelinessofitssunshineandthebalminessoftheair.Ifeltemotionsofgentlenessandpleasure,thathadlongappeareddead,revivewithinme.Halfsurprisedbythenoveltyofthesesensations,Iallowedmyselftobeborneawaybythem,andforgettingmysolitudeanddeformity,daredtobehappy.Softtearsagainbedewedmycheeks,andIevenraisedmyhumideyeswiththankfulnesstowardstheblessedsun,whichbestowedsuchjoyuponme.

           "Icontinuedtowindamongthepathsofthewood,untilIcametoitsboundary,whichwasskirtedbyadeepandrapidriver,intowhichmanyofthetreesbenttheirbranches,nowbuddingwiththefreshspring.HereIpaused,notexactlyknowingwhatpathtopursue,whenIheardthesoundofvoices,thatinducedmetoconcealmyselfundertheshadeofacypress.IwasscarcelyhidwhenayounggirlcamerunningtowardsthespotwhereIwasconcealed,laughing,asifsheranfromsomeoneinsport.Shecontinuedhercoursealongtheprecipitoussidesoftheriver,whensuddenlyherfootslipped,andshefellintotherapidstream.Irushedfrommyhiding-placeandwithextremelabour,fromtheforceofthecurrent,savedheranddraggedhertoshore.Shewassenseless,andIendeavouredbyeverymeansinmypowertorestoreanimation,whenIwassuddenlyinterruptedbytheapproachofarustic,whowasprobablythepersonfromwhomshehadplayfullyfled.Onseeingme,hedartedtowardsme,andtearingthegirlfrommyarms,hastenedtowardsthedeeperpartsofthewood.Ifollowedspeedily,Ihardlyknewwhy;butwhenthemansawmedrawnear,heaimedagun,whichhecarried,atmybodyandfired.Isanktotheground,andmyinjurer,withincreasedswiftness,escapedintothewood.