Take the key and promise me." He took the key, and promised.
"Do not let them see those buckles shine; they will rob you," he added.
Bebee ran from him fast; every moment that was lost was so precious and so terrible.

To pause a second for fear's sake never occurred to her.

She went forth as fearlessly as a young swallow, born in northern April days, flies forth on instinct to new lands and over unknown seas when autumn falls.
Necessity and action breathed new life into her.

The hardy and brave peasant ways of her were awoke once more.

She had been strong to wait silently with the young life in her dying out drop by drop in the heart-sickness of long delay.