"Don't matter to me which way we go." The exquisite oval of Mr.Claude Blakely's face merged into outlines more rugged than usual; the conformation of his jaw became perceptible, and it could be seen that he had conceived an idea which was crystallizing into a determination.
"I believe it happens that this is our first walk together," he said to Margaret, as they reached the pavement, "but, from the kind of tennis you play, I judge that you could go a pretty good gait.

Do you like walking fast ?" She nodded.

"For exercise." "Shall we try it then ?" "You set the pace," said Margaret.

"I think I can keep up." He took her at her word, and the amazing briskness of their start seemed a little sinister to Penrod, though he was convinced that he could do anything that Margaret could do, and also that neither she nor her comely friend could sustain such a speed for long.

On the contrary, they actually increased it with each fleeting block they covered.
"Here!" he panted, when they had thus put something more than a half-mile behind them.