E. Nesbit,
The House of Arden — CHAPTER V. The Highwayman and the…
(1908)
“ It is a very wonderful feeling, riding on a great strong, dark horse, through a deepening night in a strange country, held fast by an arm you can trust, and with the muscles of a horse's great shoulder rippling against your legs as they hang helplessly down. Elfrida ceased to think of Mouldiwarps or try to be a poet.And quite soon they were at the top of Arden Hill, and the lights of the castle gleamed and blinked below them."Now, sweetheart," said the highwayman, "I shall set you down in sight of the door and wait till the door opens. ”
