If he could have jumped out of the window, he would have done so without hesitation, but the aperture was not large enough.

He could not help being amused by the dilemma in which he was placed by this young lady's inflexibility.

He did not know a girl, his sister not excepted, whom, under the circumstances, he would not have left to the consequences of what he would have called her obstinacy.

But there was something about Dora--some sort of a lump of sugar--which prevented him from letting go of her hand.
"I never saw a horse," said she, "nor, indeed, any sort of a living thing, which was so unwilling to come to me.

You are very good to hold me so strongly, and I am sure I don't mind waiting a little longer, until some one comes by." "There is no one to come by," exclaimed Ralph, "and I most earnestly beg of you--" At this moment the horse began to back; Miss Dora's fingers nervously clasped themselves about Ralph's hand, which pressed hers more closely and vigorously than before.