You must make up your mind to remember that I am nothing but your sister-in-law.

If you will not remember it, then I shall ride away and leave you to go your road and I will go mine." John said no more.

Her determination was as crushing as the cruel necessity that dictated it.

What was more, his own reason and sense of honour approved it, whatever his passion might prompt to the contrary.
As he turned wearily to finish saddling the horses, with Jess he almost regretted that they had not both been drowned.
Of course the only saddles that they had were those belonging to the dead Boers, which was very awkward for a lady.

Luckily for herself, however, from constant practice, Jess could ride almost as well as though she had been trained to the ring, and was even capable of balancing herself without a pommel on a man's saddle, having often and often ridden round the farm in that fashion.