Her mind, and memory, and perception were perfectly clear; but her hands were clenched, and her cheek cold and pale with vague terror.

Mrs.Simcoe sat beside her, calmly holding one of Hope's hands, but neither of them spoke.
The carriage struck a stone, and the crowd shuddered as they saw it rock and swing in its furious course.

The mad horses but flew more wildly.
Mrs.Simcoe pressed Hope's hand, and murmured, almost inaudibly, "'Christ shall bless thy going out, Shall bless thy coming in; Kindly compass thee about, Till thou art saved from sin.'" "That corner! that corner!" shouted the throng, as the horses neared a sudden turn into a side-road, toward which they seemed to be making, frightened by the persons who came running toward them on the main street.

Among these was Gabriel, who, hearing the confused murmur that rang down the road, turned and recognized the carriage that was whirled along at the mercy of wild horses.

He seemed to his companions to fly as he went--to himself he seemed to be standing still.
"Carefully, carefully!" cried the others, as they saw his impetuosity.
"Don't be trampled!" Gabriel did not hear.