Mrs.Bunker, I want yo'r husband to take me away--I want him to take me to the cunnle.

If I tried to go in any other way I'd be watched, spied upon and followed, and only lead those hounds on his track.

I don't expect yo' to ASK yo' husband for me, but only not to interfere when I do." There was a touch of unexpected weakness in her voice and a look of pain in her eyes which was not unlike what Mrs.Bunker had seen and pitied in Marion.

But they were the eyes of a woman who had humbled her, and Mrs.
Bunker would have been unworthy her sex if she had not felt a cruel enjoyment in it.

Yet the dominance of the stranger was still so strong that she did not dare to refuse the proffered hand.