The wind increased. It blew Jaquelina's short, soft curls into her face, and across her eyes.
The strong, sweet breath of the pines mixed refreshingly with "the scent of violets hidden in the green."
Jaquelina never forgot that hour. It came back to her in after years—dark years, when memory was a nameless pain.
"The smell of violets hidden in the green,
Poured back into my fainting soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been
Joyful and free from blame."
She had reached the thickest part of the woods in safety when suddenly Black Bess came to such a sudden stop that her rider came near being thrown over her head.
In the next moment a vivid flash of lightning showed Jaquelina a tall, masked outlaw clutching her bridle rein.