"Won't you please to let go of my horse," said Ellen, her heart beating very fast "I am in a great hurry to get home please don't keep me."
"Oh, I want to see you a little," said Mr. Saunders "you ain't in such a hurry to get away from me as that comes to, are you?"
Ellen was silent.
"It's quite a long time since I saw you last," said he "how have the merinoes worn?"
Ellen could not bear to look at his face, and did not see the expression which went with these words; yet she felt it.
"They have worn very well," said she; "but I want to get home very much please let me go."
"Not yet, not yet," said he "oh no, not yet. I want to talk to you; why, what are you in such a devil of a hurry for? I came out on purpose; do you think I am going to have all my long waiting for nothing?"
Ellen did not know what to say, her heart sprang with a nameless pang to the thought, if she ever got free from this! Meanwhile she was not free.
"Whose horse is that you're on?"
"Mine," said Ellen.