Margaret almost repented the urgency with which she had entreated him to go to London; it was throwing more chances of detection in his way. If he had sailed for Spain by Liverpool, he might have been off in two or three hours.
Frederick turned round, right facing the lamp, where the gas darted up in vivid anticipation of the train. A man in the dress of a railway porter started forward; a bad-looking man, who seemed to have drunk himself into a state of brutality, although his senses were in perfect order.
"By your leave, miss!" said he, pushing Margaret rudely on one side, and seizing Frederick by the collar.
"Your name is Hale, I believe?"
In an instant, how, Margaret did not see, for everything danced before her eyes--but by some sleight of wrestling, Frederick had tripped him up, and he fell from the height of three or four feet, which the platform was elevated above the space of soft ground, by the side of the railroad. There he lay.

Margaret almost repented entreating him to go to London; it was throwing more chances of detection in his way. If he had sailed for Spain from Liverpool, he might have been off in two or three hours.
Frederick turned round, facing the gas-lamp. A man dressed as a railway porter started forward; a bad-looking man, who seemed to have drunk himself into a state of brutality.
'By your leave, miss!' said he, pushing Margaret rudely aside, and seizing Frederick by the collar. 'Your name is Hale, I believe?'
In an instant - how, Margaret did not see, for everything danced before her eyes - Frederick had tripped him up, and he fell three or four feet from the platform to the soft ground below. There he lay.
