"Tell me the truth!" "I have told it," she answered proudly.

"It is Jocelyn Leigh." I faced the minister again.

"Go on," I said briefly.
"The Company commands that no constraint be put upon its poor maids.
Wherefore, do you marry this man of your own free will and choice ?" "Ay," she said, "of my own free will." Well, we were married, and Master Jeremy Sparrow wished us joy, and Kent would have kissed the bride had I not frowned him off.

He and Belfield strode away, and I left her there, and went to get her bundle from the house that had sheltered her overnight.

Returning, I found her seated on the turf, her chin in her hand and her dark eyes watching the distant play of lightning.