With the exertion of half its strength Tant Sannie might have flung the girl back upon the stones.

It was not the power of the slight fingers, tightly though they clinched her broad wrist--so tightly that at bedtime the marks were still there; but the Boer-woman looked into the clear eyes and at the quivering white lips, and with a half-surprised curse relaxed her hold.

The girl drew Em's arm through her own.
"Move!" she said to Bonaparte, who stood in the door, and he, Bonaparte the invincible, in the hour of his triumph, moved to give her place.
The Hottentot ceased to laugh, and an uncomfortable silence fell on all the three in the doorway.
Once in their room, Em sat down on the floor and wailed bitterly.
Lyndall lay on the bed with her arm drawn across her eyes, very white and still.
"Hoo, hoo!" cried Em; "and they won't let him take the grey mare; and Waldo has gone to the mill.

Hoo, hoo, and perhaps they won't let us go and say good-bye to him.

Hoo, hoo, hoo!" "I wish you would be quiet," said Lyndall without moving.