He guided her by a slight motion of the arm, through the more unfrequented lanes, to his lodgings at the shop; for he thought for her, and conceived the pain she would have in seeing the lighted windows of the inn.

He leant more heavily on her arm, as they awaited the opening of the door.
"Come in," said he, not relaxing his hold, and yet dreading to tighten it, lest she should defy restraint, and once more rush away.
They went slowly into the little parlour behind the shop.

The bonny-looking hostess, Mrs Hughes by name, made haste to light the candle, and then they saw each other, face to face.

The deformed gentleman looked very pale, but Ruth looked as if the shadow of death was upon her..