At the same moment she and he, looking to the right, caught sight of the crowd standing in front of Hurd's cottage.
A man ran out from it, seeing the horse and its rider.
"Muster Raeburn! Muster Raeburn! They've cotched 'im; Jenkins has got 'im." "Ah!" said Aldous, drawing a long, stern breath; "he didn't try to get off then?
Marcella!--you are not going there--to that house!" He spoke in a tone of the strongest remonstrance.

Her soul rose in anger against it.
"I am going to _her_" she said panting;--"don't wait." And she left him and hurried on.
As soon as the crowd round the cottage saw her coming, they divided to let her pass.
"She's quiet now, miss," said a woman to her significantly, nodding towards the hovel.

"Just after Jenkins got in you could hear her crying out pitiful." "That was when they wor a-handcuffin' him," said a man beside her.
Marcella shuddered.
"Will they let me in ?" she asked.
"They won't let none ov _us_ in," said the man.

"There's Hurd's sister," and he pointed to a weeping woman supported by two others.

"They've kep' her out.