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Rh ends of the earth. Give yourself up to me! Say only: "Take me!"' 'Well. . . take me!' She again pressed close to me, again my feet left the earth — and we were flying.

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' way?' she asked me. 'Straight on, keep straight on.' 'But here is a forest.' 'Lift us over the forest, only slower.' We darted upwards like a wild snipe flying up into a birch-tree, and again flew on in a straight line. Instead of grass, we caught glimpses of tree-tops just under our feet. It was strange to see the forest from above, its bristling back lighted up by the moon. It looked like some huge slumbering wild beast, and accompanied us with a vast unceasing murmur, like some inarticulate roar. In one place we crossed a small glade; intensely black was the jagged streak of shadow along one side of it. Now and then there was the plaintive cry of a hare below us; above us the owl hooted, plaintively too; there was a scent in the air of mushrooms, buds, and