Of course, it's to be regretted, but that doesn't change my plans a particle.

I'll be the husband of the willful little heiress in an hour's time, or my name isn't--" "Lester Armstrong," put in the other, laconically.
The coach was instantly stopped, and both men made a flying leap into the huge snowdrift that banked both sides of the country road, calling back to the driver to light a lantern, if he had been careful enough to bring one with him, and hand it to them in double-quick order.
The search lasted for fully half an hour.

Had the ground suddenly opened and swallowed her?
they asked each other, with imprecations both loud and furious.
To have a fortune of a cool million so near his clutches, and suddenly lose it, was more than the villain could endure calmly.

He was frenzied.
His rage at the girl slipping so cleverly, so audaciously, through his fingers knew no bounds, and he made no attempt to stifle the fierce exclamations that sprang to his lips of what he should do when he once found her.
When Faynie had jumped from the vehicle she lay for an instant half stunned upon the cold, frozen ground where she had fallen.

It had taken the coach a minute to stop, but that minute had carried it several rods beyond the spot where she lay.