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She had time only to start, not to solve this doubt; the dog, again returning, as if unwilling to relinquish his new alliance, began to excite the curiosity of his masters; who, following, exclaimed, "Dash a vound zomething, zure!" and presently, through the trees, she descried two wood-cutters.
She was seen, also, by them; they scrambled faster on; and one of them said,
"Why t'be a girl!"
"Be it?" answered the other; "why then I'll have a kiss."
"Not a fore me, mon!" cried his companion, "vor I did zee her virzt!"
"Belike you did," the other replied; "but I zpoke virzt; zo you mun come after!"
Juliet now saw herself in a danger more dreadful than any to which either misfortune or accident had hitherto exposed her,—the danger of personal and brutal insult. She looked around vainly for succour or redress; the woods and
