'Tisn't likely she'd stay long if you fetched her, seeing she's that sort of a girl, with a hankering for the man.

There isn't a place in this house to lock her into unless it is the cellar." It was perhaps the thought of the unspeakable degradation it would be to the worthy house to hold a girl as prisoner in the cellar, perhaps the dismal knowledge that that which had already befallen them and her was not much better than this, that caused his mother here to lose her self-control entirely and weep bitterly.

Ephraim shrank under her words as if they had been the strokes of a whip striking him.

When she had ended he went on heavily up the dark stair.
Both the men were in riding-dress.

The elder man, when he had comforted his wife as best he might, laid aside his boots and whip determinedly, believing that the use for them, as far as concerned the search for his niece, was at an end.