Meggie: What is it? Ralph: The plane bogged in the mud when we landed. I must have bruised my side. Meggie: Let me see… you rode all the way from Gilly like this? Ralph: I hardly noticed it. I was worried about the horse making it through all that mud. I borrowed him in Gilly… oh, God. Don’t. Meggie, don’t. No! Meggie, what have you done to me? What might you do to me if I let you?