7/48 "Thought you'd want to git ready fur bed, like as not." "No, thank you, no," she stammered, drawing away toward the inner side of the bed. "Please I want to be as I am." "Now, don't put on, sweetness," he wheedled. "You know you're married and 'ave got to git used to it." He laid his hand on her arm. She had intended to obey, since that was the law of God and man and since in all the world there was no other place for her, nameless and outcast. But at his touch she clenched her teeth, cried: "No--Mr.Ferguson--please--_please_ let me be." "Now, hon," he pleaded, seizing her with strong gentleness. |