You've got to marry." "I couldn't do that," said the girl.

"No, I couldn't." "You'll either take him or you go back to Sutherland and I'll have you locked up in the jail till you can be sent to the House of Correction.

You can take your choice." Susan sat looking at her slim brown hands and interlacing her long fingers.

The jail! The House of Correction was dreadful enough, for though she had never seen it she had heard what it was for, what kind of boys and girls lived there.

But the jail--she had seen the jail, back behind the courthouse, with its air of mystery and of horror.