But how does this awful thing come here ?" "I suppose it has something to do with poachers." Fitzpiers was still so shaken by the sense of her danger that he was obliged to sit awhile, and it was not until Grace said, "If I could only get my skirt out nobody would know anything about it," that he bestirred himself.
By their united efforts, each standing on one of the springs of the trap, they pressed them down sufficiently to insert across the jaws a billet which they dragged from a faggot near at hand; and it was then possible to extract the silk mouthful from the monster's bite, creased and pierced with many holes, but not torn.

Fitzpiers assisted her to put it on again; and when her customary contours were thus restored they walked on together, Grace taking his arm, till he effected an improvement by clasping it round her waist.
The ice having been broken in this unexpected manner, she made no further attempt at reserve.

"I would ask you to come into the house," she said, "but my meetings with you have been kept secret from my father, and I should like to prepare him." "Never mind, dearest.

I could not very well have accepted the invitation.

I shall never live here again--as much for your sake as for mine.