Yet, as the nearly drowned
do struggle with their saviours, so Rachel must fence instinctively with
hers.
"I never did pin my faith to him," said she.
"Yet see the risk that you are running! If he turns round--if any one of
them turns round and recognizes you--listen to that!"
It was only the second window, but a third and a fourth followed like
shots from the same revolver. Rachel winced.
"For God's sake, come away!" he whispered, sternly.
And Rachel did come a few yards before a flicker of her spirit called a
halt.
"Why should I run away?" she demanded, in sudden tears of mortification
and of weakness combined. "I am innocent--so why should I?"
"Because they don't like innocent people; and there appear to be no
police in these parts; and if you fall into their hands--well, it would
be better for you if you had been found guilty and were safe and sound
in Newgate now!"
That was exactly what Rachel had felt herself; she took a few steps
more, but still with reluctance and irresolution; and once round the
nearest corner, and out of that hateful street for ever, she turned to
her companion in unconcealed despair.
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