Laying her on the grass , he gently chafed her hands , eying the pale , pretty face meantime with the utmost solicitude . At his first glimpse of it he had started , smiled and made a gesture of pleasure and surprise , then gave himself entirely to the task of recovering the poor girl whom he had frightened out of her senses . Very soon she looked up with dizzy eyes , and clasping her hands imploringly , cried , in English , like a bewildered child , -- `` I am lost ! Oh , take me to my uncle . '' `` I will , the moment you can walk . Upon my soul , I meant to help you when I followed ; but as you did not answer , I fancied it was Lottchen , the keeper 's little girl . Pardon the fright I 've caused you , and let me take you to your friends . '' The true English accent of the words , and the hearty tone of sincerity in the apology , reassured Amy at once , and , rising , she said , with a faint smile and a petulant tone , -- `` I was very silly , but my guide ran away , my candle went out , I lost the path , and can speak no German ; so I was afraid to answer you at first ; and then I lost my wits altogether , for it 's rather startling to be clutched in the dark , sir . '' `` Indeed it is . I was very thoughtless , but now let me atone for it . Where is your uncle , Miss Erskine ? '' asked the stranger , with respectful earnestness . `` You know my name ? '' cried Amy in her impulsive way . `` I have that happiness , '' was the answer , with a smile . `` But I do n't know you , sir ; '' and she peered at him , trying to see his face in the darkness , for the copse was thick , and twilight had come on rapidly . `` Not yet ; I live in hope . Shall we go ? Your uncle will be uneasy . '' `` Where are we ? ''
asked XXXXX , glad to move on , for the interview was becoming too personal even for her , and the stranger 's manner fluttered her , though she enjoyed the romance of the adventure immensely .
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