He did not know Mrs.Beamish.He was forced not only to sit down to the meal she spread, but also, under her argus eye, to eat of it.
When after a considerable delay Polly at length appeared, she had removed all traces of the tub.

The hand was cold that he took in his, as he asked her if she would walk with him to the cave.
This time, she trembled openly.

Like a lamb led to the slaughter, he thought, looking down at her with tender eyes.

Small doubt that vulgar creature within-doors had betrayed him to Polly, and exaggerated the ordeal that lay before her.

When once she was his wife he would not consent to her remaining intimate with people of the Beamishes' kidney: what a joy to get her out of their clutches! Nor should she spoil her pretty shape by stooping over a wash-tub.
In his annoyance he forgot to moderate his pace.