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WILHELMINE ENKE.
The Palace Park was as quiet and deserted as usual.

Not a voice, not a sound, disturbed the stillness of those silent walks.

For this reason, undoubtedly, a young lady had sought it; at least her whole being expressed satisfaction and delight to wander unobserved through those quiet, shady alleys.

She was of slight and elegant proportions, simply attired, without pretension, in a dark dress of some thin silk material.
Her black silk mantle was thrown aside upon the stone seat near her, uncovering thus, in solitude, to the sun and birds, her lovely neck and arms, the beauty of which might rival the statues of the ancients.