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Here
was
a
miracle
indeed
!
Yet
,
illuminated
by
the
sunshine
,
or
darkened
by
the
alternate
shade
of
the
houses
,
and
with
its
garments
fluttering
lightly
in
the
morning
breeze
,
there
passed
the
image
along
the
street
.
It
was
exactly
and
minutely
the
shape
,
the
garb
,
and
the
face
which
the
towns
-
people
had
so
recently
thronged
to
see
and
admire
.
Not
a
rich
flower
upon
her
head
,
not
a
single
leaf
,
but
had
had
its
prototype
in
Drowne
’
s
wooden
workmanship
,
although
now
their
fragile
grace
had
become
flexible
,
and
was
shaken
by
every
footstep
that
the
wearer
made
.
The
broad
gold
chain
upon
the
neck
was
identical
with
the
one
represented
on
the
image
,
and
glistened
with
the
motion
imparted
by
the
rise
and
fall
of
the
bosom
which
it
decorated
.
A
real
diamond
sparkled
on
her
finger
.
In
her
right
hand
she
bore
a
pearl
and
ebony
fan
,
which
she
flourished
with
a
fantastic
and
bewitching
coquetry
,
that
was
likewise
expressed
in
all
her
movements
as
well
as
in
the
style
of
her
beauty
and
the
attire
that
so
well
harmonized
with
it
.
The
face
with
its
brilliant
depth
of
complexion
had
the
same
piquancy
of
mirthful
mischief
that
was
fixed
upon
the
countenance
of
the
image
,
but
which
was
here
varied
and
continually
shifting
,
yet
always
essentially
the
same
,
like
the
sunny
gleam
upon
a
bubbling
fountain
.
On
the
whole
,
there
was
something
so
airy
and
yet
so
real
in
the
figure
,
and
withal
so
perfectly
did
it
represent
Drowne
’
s
image
,
that
people
knew
not
whether
to
suppose
the
magic
wood
etherealized
into
a
spirit
or
warmed
and
softened
into
an
actual
woman
.
"
One
thing
is
certain
,
"
muttered
a
Puritan
of
the
old
stamp
,
"
Drowne
has
sold
himself
to
the
devil
;
and
doubtless
this
gay
Captain
Hunnewell
is
a
party
to
the
bargain
.
"
"
And
I
,
"
said
a
young
man
who
overheard
him
,
"
would
almost
consent
to
be
the
third
victim
,
for
the
liberty
of
saluting
those
lovely
lips
.
"
"
And
so
would
I
,
"
said
Copley
,
the
painter
,
"
for
the
privilege
of
taking
her
picture
.
"
The
image
,
or
the
apparition
,
whichever
it
might
be
,
still
escorted
by
the
bold
captain
,
proceeded
from
Hanover
Street
through
some
of
the
cross
lanes
that
make
this
portion
of
the
town
so
intricate
,
to
Ann
Street
,
thence
into
Dock
Square
,
and
so
downward
to
Drowne
’
s
shop
,
which
stood
just
on
the
water
’
s
edge
.
The
crowd
still
followed
,
gathering
volume
as
it
rolled
along
.
Never
had
a
modern
miracle
occurred
in
such
broad
daylight
,
nor
in
the
presence
of
such
a
multitude
of
witnesses
.
The
airy
image
,
as
if
conscious
that
she
was
the
object
of
the
murmurs
and
disturbance
that
swelled
behind
her
,
appeared
slightly
vexed
and
flustered
,
yet
still
in
a
manner
consistent
with
the
light
vivacity
and
sportive
mischief
that
were
written
in
her
countenance
.
She
was
observed
to
flutter
her
fan
with
such
vehement
rapidity
that
the
elaborate
delicacy
of
its
workmanship
gave
way
,
and
it
remained
broken
in
her
hand
.
Arriving
at
Drowne
’
s
door
,
while
the
captain
threw
it
open
,
the
marvellous
apparition
paused
an
instant
on
the
threshold
,
assuming
the
very
attitude
of
the
image
,
and
casting
over
the
crowd
that
glance
of
sunny
coquetry
which
all
remembered
on
the
face
of
the
oaken
lady
.
She
and
her
cavalier
then
disappeared
.
"
Ah
!
"
murmured
the
crowd
,
drawing
a
deep
breath
,
as
with
one
vast
pair
of
lungs
.
"
The
world
looks
darker
now
that
she
has
vanished
,
"
said
some
of
the
young
men
.
