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Updated: June 28, 2025
The truth is, I want a series of articles on the private libraries of the city, and, knowing that you are acquainted with Mrs. Percival, I thought you'd help the paper to an opening there." "Let me introduce Mr. Percival," said Norris. "He can give you more information than I can." "Well, this is lucky!" ejaculated Miss Huntress. "Our library isn't a show affair," Dick said stiffly.
The name they gave her, however, was marvellously suitable. When she walked, you would have imagined she had descended from a pedestal; the pose of her head was like that of the Greek Venus; her delicate, dilating nostrils seemed carved by a cunning chisel from transparent ivory. She had a startled, wild air, such as one sees in pictures of huntress nymphs.
Some had taken prizes, all had been harried by the winter storms and none brought news of the Huntress. One Carolina vessel that put in for repairs told of picking up a crew adrift in boats and of setting them aboard a ship bound for Chesapeake Bay and the coast of Delaware.
The huntress never meant to strike down that particular quarry.” “The huntress was wild but she was not evil. And she was no nymph, but only a goatherd girl. Dream of her no more, my dear.” I had the strength of mind to make a sign of assent and busied myself arranging a couple of pillows at one end of the sofa. “Upon my soul, goatherd, you are not responsible,” I said. “You are not!
As I made this reflection, I again observed the melancholy expression upon her countenance; and once more the resemblance to her of whom I was thinking! My interest in the beautiful huntress was every moment augmenting. I felt an indescribable yearning to hear the story of her misfortunes: for in no other light could I regard the situation in which I had found her.
Truly was this wild huntress an attractive object in charms far excelling the goddess of the Ephesians. Never was there such mate for a hunter! Well might Wingrove rejoice at the prospect before him! "Ho, stranger!" said she, reining up by my side, "you are safe, I see! All has gone well?" "I was in no danger: I had no opportunity of entering into the fight."
The name they gave her, however, was marvellously suitable. When she walked, you would have imagined she had descended from a pedestal; the pose of her head was like that of the Greek Venus; her delicate, dilating nostrils seemed carved by a cunning chisel from transparent ivory. She had a startled, wild air, such as one sees in pictures of huntress nymphs.
She learned to love each day's adventure as warmly as did her daughter, she came to have the same tender joy in the unexpected discovery of some new phase of the home life of the wild. "In all of your hunting you are missing something, my White Huntress," she said one day. "Something which I have discovered!"
"I can see, it's just the place I wanted to be to-night," she said, taking her chair. "We're going to have such a good time!" And Kate Wilkes drawled this comment to Cairns: "In other words, Beth says, 'Bring on your lion, for I'm the original wild huntress." Kate Wilkes was a tall tanned woman rather variously weathered, and more draped than dressed.
If it possessed the strength of that of the Bee, a single stab would impair the vitality of the prey, while leaving it for some days capable of violent movements that would be very dangerous to the huntress and especially to the egg. More moderate in its action, it is instilled at the different nervous centres, as is the case more particularly with the caterpillars.
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