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[Faintly.] Yes, that too. But go and look over. Those two, coming up. [''Goes and bends over the edge of the precipice. It's only your bird of prey—and his strange lady.''

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Can't we get past them—without their seeing us?

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Impossible! The path is far too narrow. And there's no other way down.

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[Nerving herself.] Well, well—let us face them here, then! . Spoken like a true bear-killer, comrade! [ and ''appear over the edge of the precipice at the back. He has his plaid over his shoulders; she has a fur cloak thrown loosely over her white dress, and a swansdown hood over her head.''

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[Still only half visible above the edge.] What, Maia! So we two meet once again?