The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 9 Page 17

secret springs of her life, she was riding on and on, swaying to her horse as a flower on its slender stem sways in a breeze, as undisturbed by him as if she were not a human breathing girl, subject to man’s dominating power.

Was she, then, so utterly untouched by his masculine presence? he wondered. If he did not speak first, would she keep silent forever? Should he wait and see? Should he will her to speak and of herself unfold to him?

Suddenly she turned and looked clearly and pleasantly in his eyes. “We’ll be on a straight road for a piece after this hill; shall we hurry a little then?”

“Certainly, if you think best. You set the pace, and I’ll follow.” Again silence fell.

“Do you feel in a hurry?”