Sabine Baring-Gould,
The Story of Jael — Chapter VIII: The Road
(1887)
“ Then the chestnut horse dashed forward, and the whip fell from her hand, and she remembered no more, only that the tawny tail of the horse was not a tail at all, but a wave of the sea that rushed over her; and that the rattle of the cart was not the rattle of the cart at all, but the rumble and roar of the thunder, that followed the summer lightning. ”
Sabine Baring-Gould,
The Story of Jael — Chapter VIII: The Road
(1887)
“ Nigh on upset the cart, she did.’ ‘Drunk,’ said the relieving officer. ‘We’ll see to her! We’ll make her dance! We’ll bring her to her senses! Come along, you! Ain’t you ashamed of yourself wallowing in the coals that fashion? Ugh! You old Jezebel.’ ‘She’s quite young—not above nineteen, and un-common pretty,’ said the carter. ‘Is she so?’ asked the officer; then in a soft and winning tone to Jael, ‘Come, my pretty. Hop up, my duck! ”
Sabine Baring-Gould,
The Story of Jael — Chapter VIII: The Road
(1887)
“ She was content to cross to Limehouse, and through Poplar, to reach the road by Barking to Chelmsford. But Jael did not get far along this road at once. The exposure to rain, to sea-water and cold, the distress of her mind, her disappointment, and her wrath at the insult offered her by the man to whom she had clung, combined to break down her robust health. She knew that she was going to be ill, she felt that fever had hold of her, and she fought against it. She walked on, determined not to yield. ”
