"Look the other way," he said.

"Turn round, please.

I'll put him out of pain.

He bolted with you, and he'd have killed you, if he could; but that doesn't matter.

He can't be saved.
Turn round, don't look this way." She had been commanded to do things all her life, first by her mother, tyrant-hearted and selfish, and then by her husband, an overlord, with a savage soul; and she had obeyed always, because she always seemed to be in the grasp of something against which no pressure could avail.