“No, but I’m so scared I can’t hardly stand,” she said.
“Are you unharmed?” Scott asked, addressing the young lady, who he noticed was plainly dressed, but had a very handsome face, surrounded by clustering curls of auburn hair.
“I am not hurt in the least,” she said, pulling her veil further over her face, and, turning around, she walked briskly away, though not until Scott had time to notice the graceful carriage of the full and well-developed form.
“Do you know that lady?” asked a gentleman bystander.
“I do not,” Scott replied, as he gave the reins into the hands of the driver of the spirited animals.
“That is Miss Elsworth, the authoress.”
“Is it possible?”
“Yes, you have, no doubt, read some of her works.”
“I do not know, but she possesses a great deal of courage.”