The air was still and breezeless ; again I felt that sensation of waiting ... of expectancy . As I came up to the little gate I saw a young girl standing on the other side of it . She stood in the full moonlight and I saw her distinctly . She was tall and slight and her head was bare . I saw that her hair was a pale gold , shining somewhat strangely about her head as if catching the moonbeams . Her face was very lovely and her eyes large and dark . She was dressed in something white and softly shimmering , and in her hand she held a white rose ... a very large and perfect one . Even at the time I found myself wondering where she could have picked it . It was not a Woodlands rose . All the Woodlands roses were smaller and less double . She was a stranger to me , yet I felt that I had seen her or someone very like her before . Possibly she was one of Mr. Lawrence 's many nieces who might have come up to Woodlands upon hearing of his illness . As I opened the gate I felt an odd chill of positive fear . Then she smiled as if I had spoken my thought . `` Do not be frightened , '' she said . `` There is no reason you should be frightened . I have only come to keep a tryst . '' The words reminded me of something , but I could not recall what it was . The strange fear that was on me deepened . I could not speak .
She XXXXX through the gateway and stood for a moment at my side .
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