She was braced against a tree, and her senses were measuring the distance between her horse and herself, and deciding whether escape were possible.
"Good morning," said the man politely.

"I hope I haven't disturbed your nap." The girl eyed him solemnly, and said nothing.

This was a new kind of man.
He was not like the one from whom she had fled, nor like any she had ever seen; but he might be a great deal worse.

She had heard that the world was full of wickedness.
"You see," went on the man with an apologetic smile, which lit up his eyes in a wonderfully winning way, "you led me such a desperate race nearly all day yesterday that I was obliged to keep you in sight when I finally caught you." He looked for an answering smile, but there was none.

Instead, the girl's dark eyes grew wide and purple with fear.