"Mr. Darrel is at my house," said the gentleman, "and I live at least two miles from the depot."
This was said to silence the growing uneasiness manifested by Miss Darrel.
When at length the hack came to a halt, Mr. Sims quickly alighted and lifted Nell Darrel to the curb; then the hack sped swiftly into the night.
Nell gazed about her with a shudder.
The low, dingy buildings and bad smell pervading the place startled her.
"It cannot be that this is the place," she cried, standing firm, as he attempted to lead her toward a door, over which glimmered a faint light.
"Oh, yes it is."
"But I will not go in there."
"We'll see about that," he growled, suddenly lifting her in his arms and striding forward.