Eugene was strong and lithe, but Madelon was nearly as strong as he at any time; and now the great tension of her nerves seemed to inform all her muscles with the strength of steel wire.
Eugene sat bound hard and fast to the settle, with his face swathed like a mummy's, with only enough space clear for breath.

"Let me go, or I'll--" he threatened, in his smothered tone.
Madelon made no reply.

She watched him struggle to be sure that he could not free himself.

Then she went out of the room.

Eugene called after her in a choke of fury, but she spoke not a word.
Up-stairs she hastened to her own chamber, and put on her red cloak and hood, and was down the stairs again, out the door, and hurrying up the road to the village.