If the pleasures of the hunt failed to attract his mistress, it was otherwise with him, and he meant to have his fling in spite of her.
For the first few seconds of that mad flight Anne scarcely attempted to check his progress.

She was taken by surprise and was forced to give all her attention to keeping in the saddle.
The pace was terrific.

The scampering hoofs scarcely seemed to touch the ground at all.

Like shadows they fled through the rising mist.

It struck chill upon her face as they swooped downwards.