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Then at last Prosper reined up, listening too "Hush!" he said, "what

is that?"

This was a new sound, irl's heart,

and much more dreadful than the music of the still distant hounds; it

was very near, a rushing and pattering sound, as of countless beasts

running Isoult knew it

"Wolves!" she said; "let be, there is no harrey bitch-wolf cah the trees,

swiftly but in pain, and breathing very short She was covered with

slaver and red foa and loose, she let blood freely from a wound in the throat, and

one of her ears was torn and bleeding She looked neither to right nor

left, did not stay to smell at the scent of the horse; all her pains

were spent to keep running She broke now and again into a rickety

canter, but for the ht forward, with many a

stumble and ence; and as she went her blood flowed, and her panting kept pace

with her padding feet So she came and so went, hunted by what