Then he removed his hand and she screamed and struggled against him with all her might.

Strong as she was, her strength was no match for John's, and her struggles were in vain.
John, with his stolen bride, hurriedly crossed the footbridge and ran to the men who were holding the horses.

There he placed Dorothy on her feet and said with a touch of anger:-- "Will you mount of your own will or shall I put you in the saddle ?" "I'll mount of my own will, John," she replied submissively, "and John, I--I thank you, I thank you for--for--" she stopped speaking and toyed with the tufts of fur that hung from the edges of her cloak.
"For what, my love?
For what do you thank me ?" asked John after a little pause.
"For making--me--do--what I--I longed to do.

My conscience would not let me do it of my own free will." Then tears came from her eyes in a great flood, and throwing her arms about John's neck she gave him herself and her heart to keep forever and forever.
And Leicester was shivering at the stile! The girl had forgotten even the existence of the greatest lord in the realm.
My wife, Lord Rutland, and I waited in the watch-room above the castle gates for the coming of Dorothy and John; and when they came--but I will not try to describe the scene.

It were a vain effort.