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latter I did. She had already got her horse in hand when I came up to
her. Her woman's body lay along his neck, and she glanced up as I, with
wings aspread, and every nerve in a state of tension, swept over her.
Then I had landed, and was going back to where her horse stood still and
trembling.
We exchanged no greetings. She slid from her saddle into my arms, and
for one instant I held her.
"Those great wings," she said, and that was all.
She lay in my arms, and I thought for a moment she had fainted.
"Very near a nasty accident," said Cothope, coming up and regarding
our grouping with disfavour. He took her horse by the bridle. "Very
dangerous thing coming across us like that."
Beatrice disengaged herself from me, stood for a moment trembling, and
then sat down on the turf "I'll just sit down for a moment," she said.
"Oh!" she said.
She covered her face with her hands, while Cothope looked at her with an
expression between suspicion and impatience.
For some moments nobody moved. Then Cothope remarked that perhaps he'd
better get her water.
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