She knew what he would think of her.
She was taken to a part of the house she had not been into before.

At last Mrs.Medlock knocked at a door, and when some one said, "Come in," they entered the room together.

A man was sitting in an armchair before the fire, and Mrs.Medlock spoke to him.
"This is Miss Mary, sir," she said.
"You can go and leave her here.

I will ring for you when I want you to take her away," said Mr.Craven.
When she went out and closed the door, Mary could only stand waiting, a plain little thing, twisting her thin hands together.

She could see that the man in the chair was not so much a hunchback as a man with high, rather crooked shoulders, and he had black hair streaked with white.