Tell me where she is.

I must speak to her." "She was here a while ago," said Andrea, "but she left us to stroll along the river bank." "How long is it since she left you ?" "A quarter of an hour, perhaps." "Something has happened!" cried Genevieve, and added more, maybe, but I waited not to hear.
Muttering curses as I ran--for 't was my way to curse where pious souls might pray--I sped back to the quadrangle and my horse.
"Follow me," I shouted to the groom, "you and as many of your fellows as you can find.

Follow me at once--at once, mark you--to the coppice by the river." And without waiting for his answer, I sent my horse thundering down the avenue.

The sun was gone, leaving naught but a roseate streak to tell of its passage, and at that moment a distant bell tinkled forth the Angelus.
With whip, spur, and imprecations I plied my steed, a prey to such excitement as I had never known until that moment--not even in the carnage of battle.
I had no plan.

My mind was a chaos of thought without a single clear idea to light it, and I never so much as bethought me that single-handled I was about to attempt to wrest Yvonne from the hands of perchance half a dozen men.