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fleet as the roebiick's aud had been as frec. She walked on rapidly, and sorely tempted to tura aside into inany a leafy defile she knew of, where the hill-hare made its forni, to pause beside many a sedge-rimmed shallow where the sultan- hen was splashing. But she resisted the longing to revisit ali those beloved haunts that she shared with the winged and the four-footed peoples. She held on straight across the narrow dangerous paths that intersected the raarshes, and the cattle- tracks that led through the mazes of under- wood, and after some hours of incessant inotion she saw the castle on its headland that raarked Telamone. Another hour brought her to its desolate beach, where the ruins of many a Koman villa divide the sand with the stunted aloes and the glazier s weed. It is a dreary, dirty, miserable place, though in other ages it was decked with the snowy marbles of patrician palaces, and bore, on its then deep waters, the gilded pleasure-galleys of the great Komans. Her e she tried in vain to sell what she had brought ; the few people were too poor