He raised them and saw her beautiful face full of a scorn of passion which he might die and never know in himself.
"What do you think that is to me," said she, "when I've got to save his life?
If you do not wish to carry me farther, go back.

I will walk." "I will take you wherever you wish," returned Jim Otis, and touched up the mare, and neither spoke again until they reached Burr Gordon's house, high on its three terraces, with Lot Gordon's opposite.

Then Jim halted his mare in the road before it, and would have alighted to assist Madelon, but she sprang out before him.

"I am much obliged to you and your mother for what you have done for me," said she, and turned with a swing of her red cloak, and was skimming up the terraces like a red-winged bird.
As for Jim Otis, he slewed his sleigh about recklessly, and shook the whip over the little mare, and drove up the road.

When he reached the turn which he knew led to the Hautville house he drew rein, and sat pondering in his sleigh for a few minutes.