"You must go this minute! If they were to take you, I couldn't bear it.

And that man Griffiths--he has sworn that if he can not get the Government authority, he will shoot you!" "Griffiths has gone to London," he reminded her.
"Yes, but he may be back by this train," she cried, glancing at the clock, "and I have a strange sort of fancy--I have had it all day--that Henry might come, too.

It is overdue now.

Any one might arrive here.

Oh, please, for my sake, hurry away!" she begged, the tears streaming from her eyes.