She won't let me be eaten up alive.

Molly, Molly!" And shrieking for his wife, the wretched man started to run again.
"Molly, I'm in hell! Only help me! you're always right! only forgive me! and I'll never, never again--" And then came out hideous confessions; then fresh hideous delusions.
* * * * * Three weary up-hill miles lay between them and the house: but home they got at last.
Trebooze dashed at the house-door, tore it open; slammed and bolted it behind him, to shut out the pursuing fiends.
"Quick, round by the back-door!" said Tom, who had not opposed him for fear of making him furious, but dreaded some tragedy if he were left alone.
But his fear was needless.

Trebooze looked into the breakfast-room.

It was empty; she was not out of bed yet.

He rushed upstairs into her bed-room, shrieking her name; she leaped up to meet him; and the poor wretch buried his head in that faithful bosom, screaming to her to save him from he knew not what.
She put her arms round him, soothed him, wept over him sacred tears.