Terror had at last done its work.

Her pretty features were drawn with anxiety; her eye glittered.
"I have been baptized," she said to Susannah in hard tones.

"When I saw the water red with blood I went down into it." Eastward, facing the gusty sobs of the winter morning, they went.

The road was soft, and hundreds of feet treading in front of them had kneaded water and earth together into a slippery mass.

As far as could be seen in front and behind, the line of the pilgrimage stretched, women and children plodding with burdens on their backs, men pushing hand-carts before them, only here and there a waggon or a group of horses.
Elvira took up several children on her horse, and pointed out to Susannah a sickly woman to whom she could give a turn upon the pillion that she herself had ridden during the night.