That's the way.

Now! She's just madly in love with you, Big Bear.

And she is quite, quite free to tell you so.

There! And I reckon she's not Death's property any more.
She's just--yours." The narrative ended in Merefleet's arms.
* * * * * A few weeks later Quiller the younger looked up from a newspaper with a grin.
"Mr.Merefleet's married our little missie, dad," he announced.

"I saw it coming t'other day." And old Quiller looked up with a gleam of intelligence on his wrinkled face.
"Why!" he said, with slow triumph.