Grace, unlike most of these companions of hers, instead of gasping and writhing, said in a trembling voice, "Mr.Fitzpiers, will you let me go ?" "Certainly," he said, laughing; "as soon as you have recovered." She waited another few moments, then quietly and firmly pushed him aside, and glided on her path, the moon whitening her hot blush away.
But it had been enough--new relations between them had begun.
The case of the other girls was different, as has been said.

They wrestled and tittered, only escaping after a desperate struggle.
Fitzpiers could hear these enactments still going on after Grace had left him, and he remained on the spot where he had caught her, Winterborne having gone away.

On a sudden another girl came bounding down the same descent that had been followed by Grace--a fine-framed young woman with naked arms.

Seeing Fitzpiers standing there, she said, with playful effrontery, "May'st kiss me if 'canst catch me, Tim!" Fitzpiers recognized her as Suke Damson, a hoydenish damsel of the hamlet, who was plainly mistaking him for her lover.

He was impulsively disposed to profit by her error, and as soon as she began racing away he started in pursuit.
On she went under the boughs, now in light, now in shade, looking over her shoulder at him every few moments and kissing her hand; but so cunningly dodging about among the trees and moon-shades that she never allowed him to get dangerously near her.