Get out, Annette.

I must go to the judge.

I'll be out to the farm in no time and back in less.

Don't you be letting them start without me, Jimmy." Whipping the already jaded horse to a run, he dashed through the crowded streets, over the bridge, and out the turnpike.
Ruth stood at one of the windows at Willowvale, peering anxiously out into the darkness.

Her figure showed distinctly against the light of the room behind her, but Sandy did not see her.
His soul was in a wild riot of grief and revenge.