Yet, as the nearly drowned do struggle with their saviours, so Rachel must fence instinctively with hers.
"I never did pin my faith to him," said she.
"Yet see the risk that you are running! If he turns round--if any one of them turns round and recognizes you--listen to that!" It was only the second window, but a third and a fourth followed like shots from the same revolver.

Rachel winced.
"For God's sake, come away!" he whispered, sternly.
And Rachel did come a few yards before a flicker of her spirit called a halt.
"Why should I run away ?" she demanded, in sudden tears of mortification and of weakness combined.

"I am innocent--so why should I ?" "Because they don't like innocent people; and there appear to be no police in these parts; and if you fall into their hands--well, it would be better for you if you had been found guilty and were safe and sound in Newgate now!" That was exactly what Rachel had felt herself; she took a few steps more, but still with reluctance and irresolution; and once round the nearest corner, and out of that hateful street for ever, she turned to her companion in unconcealed despair.
"But what am I to do ?" she cried.

"But where am I to turn ?" "Mrs.Minchin," said Steel, "can you not really trust me yet ?" He stood before her under a street lamp, handsome still, upright for all his years, strong as fate itself, and surely kinder than any fate which Rachel Minchin had yet met with in the course of her short but checkered life.

And yet--and yet--she trusted and distrusted him too! "I can and I cannot," she sighed; and even with the words one reason occurred to her.