Let us not be married to-night." Something like an imprecation rose to his lips, but he chopped it off quickly, uttering again that laugh, so hard, so cruel, so blood-curdling, that it sent a chill of terror to her young heart.
"It's too late to change your mind now," he exclaimed.

"It's only natural you should feel this way; girls always do.

Here is the coach and the horses.

The driver and my friend will be impatient to be off." Either the excitement of his coming triumph or the brandy he had taken had made him recklessly wild.
He drew her along, heedless of her struggles, her passionate protest.
His face was flushed, his dark eyes gleamed; he was ready at that moment to face and defy devils and men.
"Don't make a fuss, my darling.

You've got to come along," he exclaimed.
"Of course, you have scruples and all that.