All right, Bob ?" "All right!" replied a strange voice in the dark, and she was lifted into the gig quickly; in another moment George was beside her, and they were flying through the dark steep lanes at a dangerous speed.
The horse was a noble beast--the finest in the country side--and, like his driver, knew every stock and stone on the road; so that ere poor Mary had recovered her first flurry, they had crossed the red ford, and were four miles on the road towards the capital, and began to feel a little more cheerful, for she had been crying bitterly.
"Don't give way, Polly," said George.
"No fear of my giving way now, George.

If I had been going to do that, I'd have done it before.

Now tell us what you are going to do?
I have left everything to you." "I think we had better go straight on to London, my dear," he replied, "and get married by licence.

We could never stop in Exeter; and if you feel up to it, I should like to get off by early coach to-morrow morning.

What do you say ?" "By all means! Shall we be there in time ?" "Yes; two hours before the coach starts." "Have you money enough, George ?" she asked.
"Plenty!" he replied.
"If you go short, you must come to me, you know," she said.
They rattled through the broad streets of a small country town just as the moon rose.