I had heard her laugh as Sharpless touched the water, but now there was only defiance in her face.

As we gazed at each other, a burst of laughter came to us from the meadow behind.

I looked over my shoulder, and beheld young Hamor, probably disappointed of a wife,--with Giles Allen and Wynne, returning to his abandoned quarry.

She saw, too, for the crimson spread and deepened and her bosom heaved.

Her dark eyes, glancing here and there like those of a hunted creature, met my own.
"Madam," I said, "will you marry me ?" She looked at me strangely.