Chapter 42

But he overcame the unmanly weakness. Hell, he would take what the gods had sent him. He hadn’t raised a hand to get her; she had thrown herself at him; oh, she knew what she was doing, well enough, though she probably expected him to marry her. Perhaps he would, later on. He wasn’t prepared right there to say he wouldn’t. But there was plenty of time for that. He hoped she wouldn’t turn out to be one of the crying, troublesome kind. Add a Laidlaw Wright father-in-law to that, and one might as well shoot ones…