Here's my purse," and he pushed it into her hand.
"No, I won't have it," she faltered.
"You must.

Quick! Fly!" "But what of you ?" "I shall stay here, face the mob and give you time to get away." She would have refused.

She would have remained with her champion, but the swaying mob ordered otherwise.

She found herself separated from him and carried onward whether she would or not.

She was terribly frightened and knew not what to do.