Good-bye." "Now, march," said the inspector, sternly, pushing the wife back.
Marcella put her arm round the shaking woman.

The door opened; and beyond the three figures as they passed out, her eye passed to the waiting crowd, then to the misty expanse of common and the dark woods behind, still wrapped in fog.
When Mrs.Hurd saw the rows of people waiting within a stone's throw of the door she shrank back.

Perhaps it struck her, as it struck Marcella, that every face was the face of a foe.

Marcella ran to the door as the inspector stepped out, and locked it after him.

Mrs.Hurd, hiding herself behind a bit of baize curtain, watched the two policemen mount with Hurd into the fly that was waiting, and then followed it with her eyes along the bit of straight road, uttering sounds the while of low anguish, which wrung the heart in Marcella's breast.