From time to time she glanced behind her to be sure that her brother had not freed himself, and was not in pursuit; then she sped on faster.

The road was glare with ice, but she did not slow her pace for that.

She was as sure-footed as a hare.
She kept her arms close to her sides under her red cloak, and did not pause until she came out on the village street where the houses were thick.

Then she went at a rapid walk, still glancing sharply behind her to see if she were followed, until she came to Parson Fair's house.

She went up the front walk, between the rows of ice-coated box, and up the stone steps under the stately columned porch, and raised the knocker and let it fall with sharp impetus.