midnight
How many , many times , did she recall that night when she ran into his arms from the very man now projecting his hateful gaze into the darkness where she sat , and leering through the glass in monstrous admiration ! And when she thought of Joe , and what a brave fellow he was , and how he would have rode boldly up , and dashed in among these villains now , yes , though they were double the number -- and here she clenched her little hand , and pressed her foot upon the ground -- the pride she felt for a moment in having won his heart , faded in a burst of tears , and she sobbed more bitterly than ever . As the night wore on , and they proceeded by ways which were quite unknown to them -- for they could recognise none of the objects of which they sometimes caught a hurried glimpse -- their fears increased ; nor were they without good foundation ; it was not difficult for two beautiful young women to find , in their being borne they knew not whither by a band of daring villains who eyed them as some among these fellows did , reasons for the worst alarm . When they at last entered London , by a suburb with which they were wholly unacquainted , it was past midnight , and the streets were dark and empty . Nor was this the worst , for the carriage stopping in a lonely spot , Hugh suddenly opened the door , jumped in , and took his seat between them . It was in vain they cried for help . He put his arm about the neck of each , and swore to stifle them with kisses if they were not as silent as the grave .