Better just step in there." Madelon shook her head and started on.
"Where did ye come from ?" called the man.
"Ware Centre," Madelon gasped out, as the freezing wind struck her.
"Good Lord! you don't mean to say you've walked risin' ten mile from Ware Centre a day like this!" Madelon was gone, bending before the wind, without another word.
"Good Lord!" said the man, "a woman walkin' from Ware Centre this weather!" He stood staring after the girls' retreating figure; then he started to unblanket his horse.

But he stopped and stared again, and finally went into the store to tell the news.
Madelon kept on as fast as she was able, but she was nearly spent.
Her exultation of spirit might indeed survive fleshly exhaustion and perhaps in a measure overcome it, but it could not prevent it altogether.

When she reached the fifth house below the white meeting-house, the house set close to the road, with three poplar-trees in front, she had just strength enough to stagger to the door and raise the knocker.

Then she leaned against the door-post, and it was only with a fierce effort that she kept her grasp upon her consciousness.

She did not seem to feel her body at all..