"And we've decided that the only thing to do with you is to get you settled.

So in a few minutes now you're going to be married." Her lack of expression showed that she did not understand.

In fact, she could only feel--feel the cruel, contemptuous anger of that voice which all her days before had caressed her.
"We've picked out a good husband for you," Warham continued.
"It's Jeb Ferguson." Susan quivered.

"I--I don't want to," she said.
"It ain't a question of what you want," retorted Warham roughly.
He was twenty-four hours and a night's sleep away from his first fierce outblazing of fury--away from the influence of his wife and his daughter.

If it had not been for his brother Zeke, narrow and cold, the event might have been different.