"Yes.

I suppose you would have to if you were anything of a man at all.

There would be no alternative--for a real man." "Besides," put in Sep, jumping from side to side on his seat with eagerness, "she would make me--wouldn't you, Miriam ?" Colville had turned away and was looking northward toward the creek, known as Maiden's Grave, running through the marshes to the river.

A large lug-sail broke the flat line of the horizon, though the boat to which it belonged was hidden by the raised dyke.
"Would she ?" inquired Colville, absent-mindedly, without taking his eyes from the sail which was creeping slowly toward them.

"Well--you know Miss Liston's character better than I do, Sep.