"Never. She laughs at them when they question her. Mr. Moore, she is a strange being, so fair and girlish--not a man-like woman at all, not an Amazon, and yet lifting her head above both help and sympathy."
"Do you know where she is now, Henry? Is she in the house, or riding out?"
"Surely not out, sir. It rains fast."
"True; which, however, is no guarantee that she is not at this moment cantering over Rushedge. Of late she has never permitted weather to be a hindrance to her rides."

"Do you know where she is now, Henry? Is she riding out?"
"Surely not, sir. It rains fast."
"That is no guarantee that she is not cantering over Rushedge. Lately she has never permitted the weather to stop her rides."
