And now she knew in a subconscious sort of way why he had earlier withdrawn.

He had gone to saddle for this purpose.
She struggled now, thinking that he would be too hampered to compel her to his will.

He became angry, and set her down beside his horse, one arm still holding her.
"Look you, mistress," he told her fiercely, "living or dead, you come with me to Feversham.

Choose now." His tone was such that she never doubted he would carry out his threat.
And so in dull despair she submitted, hoping that Feversham might be a gentleman and would recognize and respect a lady.

Half fainting, she allowed him to swing her to the withers of his horse.