In her fear lest John might leave her, she unclasped the sword-belt from her waist and snatched the cloak from her shoulders.

Freed from these hindrances, she ran toward John.
"John, do not leave me.

Do not leave me." As she spoke, she reached an open space among the trees and John turned toward her.

Her hat had fallen off, and the red golden threads of her hair, freed from their fastenings, streamed behind her.

Never before had a vision of such exquisite loveliness sped through the moonbeams.