And his gesture seemed to say: "Yes, I know you are afraid.

And I rather like you to be afraid.
But I am benevolent in the exercise of my power." Under his gaze, her gaze fastened on the wire-blind and the dark window, and she read off the reversed letters on the blind.
Like a mouse she escaped to the stairs.

She was happy and fearful and expectant....

It was done! She had consulted a lawyer! She was astounded at herself.
In the Market Square it was now black night.

She looked shyly up at the lighted wire-blinds over the ironmongery.