I guess you're up against it for fair." He surveyed the younger man, shook his head: "They can't stand for her, can they ?" "No." "And she won't stand for snaking you out of the fold.

That's it, I fancy ?" "Yes." "Too bad--too bad.

She's a fine woman--a very fine little woman.

That's the kind a man ought to marry and bother the Almighty with gratitude all the rest of his life.

Well--well! Your family is your own after all; and I live in Dartford, thank God!--not on lower Fifth Avenue or Tenth Street." He started away, halted, came back: "Couldn't you run away with her ?" he asked anxiously.
"She won't," replied Neville, unsmiling.
"I mean, violently.