The hope of his having escaped was gone.

We, who know the real state of the case, should tremble for her reason, when she finds her fears so terribly true.

We shall see.
She determined to start away to the Brentwoods', and end her present state of terror one way or another.

Tom had taken the only horse in the stable, but her own brown pony was running in the paddock with some others; and she sallied forth, worn out, feverish, halfmad, to try to catch him.
The obstinate brute wouldn't be caught.

Then she spent a weary hour trying to drive them all into the stockyard, but in vain.