Baroness Orczy,
A Son of the People — Chapter 25
(1913)
“ On, Csillag flew, the village was far behind! the shouts of “Éljen!” had died away, the plain, in all its immensity, in all its loneliness, lay before him, and, Csillag, who like her master loved its untrammelled freedom, loved the vast expanse of earth and sky, bounded onwards, as if God’s angels had lent her their wings. ”
