After a few seconds she returned and ran to a projecting bank.
Bernhard looked with rapture and terror at her tall figure.

She still wore her fantastic coronal, her light garments floated round her, her eyes were fixed upon the spot where the child would reappear.

Raising her arms above her head, she leaped in and swam toward it, seized its frock, struck out with her free arm, and soon reached the boat.

Exerting all her strength, she lifted the child in, and then drew the boat to land.

Bernhard, who, pale as death, had stood watching her efforts, fought his way back to the land, gave her his hand, and drew in the boat.