The Means of Escape

Before he could ask for food she told him firmly that she herself could get him none

Savage. He had escaped from the Model

He had escaped from the Model Penitentiary. He had a knife with him

He told her that the name he went by, which was not his given name, was Savage.

It had been her intention to walk straight out of the church, managing the doors as quickly as she could, and on no account looking back at him, since she believed that with a man of bad character, as with a horse, the best thing was to show no emotion whatever. He, however, moved round through the pews in such a manner as to block her way.

towards her up the aisle. The shape, too, seemed wrong. But that, she saw, was because the head was hidden in some kind of sack like a butchered animal, or, since it had eyeholes, more like a man about to be hung.
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘you can be of assistance to me.’

shown round the church, came

A rancid stench, not likely from someone who wanted to be

because at that time there were said to be bolters and escaped convicts from Port Arthur on the loose everywhere

If it had been ten years ago, when she was still a school-girl, she might have shrieked out,