"Oh, you cruel, cruel Mr. Smith!" wailed Mary. "Let me down before I'm killed."
Geordie wrenched himself free.
"D'ye mean it?" he asked.
"Yes, you brute!" said Mary, "I does mean it."
He put her down there and then.
"You're no gentleman," said Mary.
"I never said I was," retorted Geordie, with his eyes on the vanishing Bob.
"And I hate you, you coward," sobbed Mary.
"There's a village a mile up the road," said Geordie. And he left her, disappearing in a whirlwind.
"Oh, I'm a sad, des'late, disappinted, jilted woman, with thin shoes and three and tuppence in my pocket," said Mary. "And I don't know where I am!"