"Oh, yes, you will; I think I can persuade you," he said, looking threateningly at her. "You have given me away; that was not proper for a wife."
She said nothing. If only she could detain him.
"Come, hurry up. Your father will not be back yet; he's gone to Little
Trent, I heard him say so," he said.
"I will not go," said Jane.
"You will, and now. There's your hat and coat. Put them on."
"No!"
He came toward her, looking terrible in his disguise.
"You see this," he said, taking a large knife from his pocket, unsheathing it. "If you do not come at once I will kill you."
She shuddered. She knew he would do it; this was no empty threat.
Mechanically she took her hat and cloak and put them on.
"If you cry out I will use it," he said, holding up the knife. She did not speak. He took her by the wrist and led her out; she was not so afraid now, probably it was the safest plan to go with him—she could escape again.