It was then I committed that little act concerning which you questioned me.

I wanted to show them I was not to be moved by threats of that character; that I did not even fear the shedding of my blood; and that they would only be wasting their time in trying to sway me by hints of personal violence.
And they were a little impressed, sufficiently so at least to turn their threats in another direction, awakening fears at last which I could not conceal, much as I felt it would be policy to do so.

Gathering up a few articles I most prized, my wedding ring, Mr.Blake, and a photograph of yourself that Mrs.Daniels had been kind enough to give me, I put on my bonnet and cloak and said I would go with them, since they persisted in requiring it.

The fact is I no longer possessed motive or strength to resist.

Even your unexpected appearance at the door, Mrs.Daniels, offered no prospect of hope.