Richard looked at her.  How came it that this girl had guessed his secret at once when most people passed him, taking him but for a sturdy beggar?  What made her suspect him of being a fugitive?  Was her offer of shelter but careless good nature, or a heroic endeavour to save a hunted man?  At any rate he had not fallen so low as to draw suspicion on a woman, and a young woman to boot, although she was plainly no nervous, fanciful, fine lady, but a bright, resolute, country girl, with good health and high spirits gleaming from every flash of her bright eyes, and every turn of her auburn head.