Oh what a fool, what a fool! Thank Heaven the horses come out of a livery stable ...

They can't go on for ever and--oh, my God! there are rabbit-holes on the Downs." And his voice rose to a shout: "Stella! Stella!" But she never looked over her shoulder.

She fled the more desperately, shamed through and through! Along the high ridge, between the bushes and the beech-trees, their shadows flitted over the turf, to a jingle of bits and the thunder of hoofs.

Duncton Beacon rose far behind them; they had crossed the road and Charlton forest was slipping past like dark water before the mad race came to an end.

Stella became aware that escape was impossible.