What was he going to do to her?
She thought every moment he was going to dash her before him on the ground.

But she gave no scream--she only trembled.
He pushed her on to the entrance, and held her firmly in his grasp while he lifted the latch of the door.

Then he opened the door a little way, thrust her out, and slammed it behind her.
For a short space, it seemed like a deliverance to Janet.

The harsh north-east wind, that blew through her thin night-dress, and sent her long heavy black hair streaming, seemed like the breath of pity after the grasp of that threatening monster.

But soon the sense of release from an overpowering terror gave way before the sense of the fate that had really come upon her.
This, then, was what she had been travelling towards through her long years of misery! Not yet death.