How could you tell me they were gone?
Stop, stop, I will get out this moment and go to them." But to what purpose did she speak?
Thorpe only lashed his horse into a brisker trot; the Tilneys, who had soon ceased to look after her, were in a moment out of sight round the corner of Laura Place, and in another moment she was herself whisked into the marketplace.

Still, however, and during the length of another street, she entreated him to stop.

"Pray, pray stop, Mr.Thorpe.

I cannot go on.

I will not go on.