She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its wings.
Ela acabara de conseguir curvá-lo em um elegante ziguezague, e ia mergulhá-lo entre as folhas, que ela achava não serem nada além do topo das árvores sob as quais ela havia vagado, quando um assovio agudo a fez retroceder apressadamente: uma grande pomba voou ao rosto dela, e estava batendo nela violentamente com as asas dele.