You love him just as much as I love Rene, and that's just all the love in the world, and you needn't deny it, Alice Roussillon!" Alice laughed and hugged the wee, brown-faced mite of a girl until she almost smothered her.
It was growing dusk when Adrienne left Roussillon place to go home.

The wind cut icily across the commons and moaned as it whirled around the cabins and cattle-sheds.

She ran briskly, muffled in a wrap, partly through fear and partly to keep warm, and had gone two-thirds of her way when she was brought to an abrupt stop by the arms of a man.

She screamed sharply, and Father Beret, who was coming out of a cabin not far away, heard and knew the voice.
"Ho-ho, my little lady!" cried Adrienne's captor in a breezy, jocund tone, "you wouldn't run over a fellow, would you ?" The words were French, but the voice was that of Captain Farnsworth, who laughed while he spoke.

"You jump like a rabbit, my darling! Why, what a lively little chick of a girl it is!" Adrienne screamed and struggled recklessly.
"Now don't rouse up the town," coaxed the Captain.