But before he could reach out an arm to hold her she was upright again, and with a cut of her whip she was off at a gallop.
"Stella," he cried, but she only used her whip the more.

She galloped madly and blindly over the grass, not knowing whither, not caring, loathing herself.

Thresk galloped after her, but her horse, maddened by her whip and the thud of the hoofs behind, held its advantage.

He settled down to the pursuit with a jumble of thoughts in his brain.
"If to-day were only ten years on ...

As it is it would be madness ...
madness and squalor and the end of everything ...