When I stepped on the bridge, she came running to me from the shadow of the trees.

Her arms were uplifted, and she moved so swiftly and with such grace one could almost think she was flying--" "Witches fly," I interrupted.

My remark checked his flow of enthusiasm.
After a long silence I queried, "Well ?" Max began again.
"She gave me her hand and said: 'I knew you would come again, Sir Max.

I saw you from the battlements last night and the night before and the night before that.

I could not, with certainty, recognize you from so great a distance, but I was sure you would come to the bridge--I do not know why, but I was sure you would come; so to-night I too came.