Oxon's fair face was white with passion; he panted also, but strained every nerve to keep at her side, and kept there.
"Keep back! I warn thee!" she cried once, almost gasping.
"Keep back!" he answered, blind with rage.

"I will follow thee to hell!" And in this wise they galloped over the white road until the hedges disappeared and they were in the streets, and people turned to look at them, and even stood and stared.

Then she drew rein a little and went slower, knowing with shuddering agony that the trap was closing about her.
"What is it that you would say to me ?" she asked him breathlessly.
"That which I would say within four walls that you may hear it all," he answered.

"This time 'tis not idle threatening.

I have a thing to show you." Through the streets they went, and as her horse's hoofs beat the pavement, and the passers-by, looking towards her, gazed curiously at so fine a lady on so splendid a brute, she lifted her eyes to the houses, the booths, the faces, and the sky, with a strange fancy that she looked about her as a man looks who, doomed to death, is being drawn in his cart to Tyburn tree.