And less than a month after, just as she was getting well again, all her strength and courage were needed.

The end came.
She was sitting before the fire, about ten o'clock at night, nursing her baby, when she heard the street-door opened by a key; and the next moment her husband and Maitland were in the room.
"Sit quiet, now, or I'll knock your brains out with the poker," said George; and, seizing a china ornament from the chimney-piece, he thrust it into the fire, and heaped the coals over it.
"We're caught like rats, you fool, if they have tracked us," said Maitland; "and nothing but your consummate folly to thank for it.

I deserve hanging for mixing myself up with such a man in a thing like this.

Now, are you coming; or do you want half-an hour to wish your wife good-bye ?" George never answered that question.

There was a noise of breaking glass down-stairs, and a moment after a sound of several feet on the stair.
"Make a fight for it," said Maitland, "if you can do nothing else.