The carriage had dashed into something that tore off a wheel.

There was a crash--a sound as of splintering wood.

But it did not stop their mad flight.

With a horrible bumping motion that nearly threw her from the carriage at every jolt, they still kept on.
They were on the quay now.

The noon sun on the water flashed into her eyes like the blinding light thrown back from a looking-glass.