She was dressed and wore her knitted cap.
"If you are resolved to go, I may be able to help you off," Lister said.
"I must go," she replied, and although Lister remarked that her hands trembled as she smoothed her crumpled dress, her voice was steady.
"Very well," he said.

"Come along." When he opened the vestibule door the train was stopping and the beam from a standing locomotive's head-lamp flooded the track with dazzling light.

For a moment the girl hesitated, but when Lister went down the steps she gave him her hand and jumped.

Lister felt her tremble and was himself conscious of some excitement.

He did not know if he was rash or not, but since she meant to go, speed was important, because the man from whom she wanted to escape might see them on the line.