Now, Lucy, you don't want to make a spectacle of yourself on the street.

I think we must go home with you, because I can see right in your eyes that you won't budge a step unless we make you, but we don't want to walk holding on to you.

So now you just march along ahead, and we'll keep behind you, and we won't have all the town up in arms." Lucy said nothing.

Meeks wiped his forehead again, freed her, and gave her a gentle shove between her shoulders.

"Now, march," said he.
Lucy began to walk; the two men kept behind her.