13/13 Moreover, it will travel the lighter and the swifter, and speed will prove our best friend." He closed the door, and stepped back with a word of command to the driver. The whip cracked, and Cynthia flung herself back almost in a pet. What manner of lover, she asked herself, was thin and what manner of woman she, to let herself be borne away by one who made so little use of the arts and wiles of sweet persuasion? She marvelled greatly at it, yet more she marvelled at herself that she did not abandon this mad undertaking. |