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Her face could not be seen, for she had turned towards the

meadow, and with her eyes was seeking some one far off, below

her. She caught sight of him, laughed, and clapped her hands;

like a white bird she flew from the wall to the turf, and flashed

through the garden, over stiles and flowers, and over a board

supported on the wall of the chamber; before the young man was

aware, she had flown in through the window, glittering, swift,

and light as a moonbeam. Humming to herself, she seized the gown

and ran to the mirror; suddenly she saw the youth, and the gown

fell from her hands and her face grew pale with fright and

wonder. The face of the traveller flamed with a rosy blush, as a

cloud when it is touched with the morning glow; the modest youth

half closed his eyes and hid them with his hand; he wished to

speak and ask for pardon, but only bowed and stepped back.