"I--I never did admire highwaymen particularly, and I must go home." "No, you mustn't," I contradicted.

"You must--" She looked at me with those wonderful, heavy-lashed eyes, and her lips had a little quiver as if--Oh, I don't know, but I let go her hand, and I felt like a great, hulking brute that had been teasing a child till it cried.
"All right," I sighed, "I'll let you go this time.

But I warn you, little girl.

If--no, _when_ I find you out from King's Highway by yourself again, that kidnaping is sure going to come off.

The Lord intended you to be Mrs.
Ellis Carleton.