"Do you live here ?" she asked at last, with a disdainful wave of her hand toward the town.
"No, madam," I answered.

"I live up river, in Weyanoke Hundred, some miles from here." "Then, in God's name, let us be gone!" she cried, with sudden passion.
I bowed low, and advanced to kiss her hand.
The finger tips which she slowly and reluctantly resigned to me were icy, and the look with which she favored me was not such an one as poets feign for like occasions.

I shrugged the shoulders of my spirit, but said nothing.

So, hand in hand, though at arms' length, we passed from the shade of the cedars into the open meadow, where we presently met Hamor and his party.

They would have barred the way, laughing and making unsavory jests, but I drew her closer to me and laid my hand upon my sword.