"We will take you to Sir Giles, Miss," he said--and offered his arm, instead of offering his handcuffs.

Iris understood him, and took his arm.
She was silent--unaccountably silent as the men thought--on the way to the town.

They heard her sigh: and, once, the sigh sounded more like a sob; little did they suspect what was in that silent woman's mind at the time.
The one object which had absorbed the attention of Iris had been the saving of Lord Harry.

This accomplished, the free exercise of her memory had now reminded her of Arthur Mountjoy.
It was impossible to doubt that the object of the proposed meeting at the milestone had been to take measures for the preservation of the young man's life.

A coward is always more or less cruel.