Go then, if you will!" He did not choose to tell her that he feared for her instant safety if she went now; that, if he had his will, the streets would see her no more for many a day.
She gave way.

She took off her hood, and laid it on the table.

But for several minutes she stood, brooding darkly and stormily, her hands fingering the strings.

To foresee is not always to be forearmed.

She had lived for months in daily and hourly expectation of the blow which had fallen; but not the more easily for that could she brook the concrete charge.