Explore "The Perils of Peregrine" by Christopher Ward on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I had scarce advanced an hundred paces ere I espied a murmurous brook and at the same time was aware of snapping of twigs and sounds of one, who burst through all obstacles in desperate flight. I gazed wildly about and espied a gypsy girl, who came bounding adown the steep. At sight of me she checked and stood at gaze.
There she stood, a young dryad of the woods, gray eyes adream, passionate with life yet boldly virginal.