The motor leaped at his touch.

Away down the road they tore with the wind singing its challenge.

Second by second they saw their gain increase.

The uniforms of the guards in the car became distinguishable.

The white of Olivia's veil merged in the brightness of her gown--was it only the shining of the gold of the uniforms or could St.George see the floating gold of her hair?
Ah, wonderful, past all speech it was wonderful to be fleeing toward her through this pale light that was like a purer element than light itself.