"Come, now, let's kiss and make up, and love each other in the same old way, as the song goes." "What! love a man who thrusts me into a coach despite my entreaties, takes me to a church, and with a revolver pressed close to my heart--beneath my cloak--forces me to become his wife! No.

No! I loathe, abhor you--open that door and let me go!" With an unsteady spring he placed himself between her and the door, crying angrily as he ground out a fierce imprecation from between his white teeth.

"Come, now, none of that, my beauty.

You're my wife all right, no matter how much of a fuss you make over it.

I want to be agreeable, but you persist in raising the devil in me, and though you may not know it, I've a deuce of a temper when I'm thoroughly roused to anger--at least that's what the folks who know me say.
"Sit right down here now, and let's talk the matter over--if you want to go home to the old gent, why I'm sure I have no objection, providing he agrees to take your hubby along with you.