Tell me who--" But she broke from him, and passed him, and fled down the lane.
"Mark it!" cried he, after her.

"You shall rue the day when you despised Eustace Leigh! Mark it, proud beauty!" And he turned back to join Campian, who stood in some trepidation.
"You have not hurt the maiden, my son?
I thought I heard a scream." "Hurt her! No.

Would God that she were dead, nevertheless, and I by her! Say no more to me, father.

We will home." Even Campian knew enough of the world to guess what had happened, and they both hurried home in silence.
And so Eustace Leigh played his move, and lost it.
Poor little Rose, having run nearly to Chapel, stopped for very shame, and walked quietly by the cottages which stood opposite the gate, and then turned up the lane towards Moorwinstow village, whither she was bound.

But on second thoughts, she felt herself so "red and flustered," that she was afraid of going into the village, for fear (as she said to herself) of making people talk, and so, turning into a by-path, struck away toward the cliffs, to cool her blushes in the sea-breeze.