"Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural audacity. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. I put my foot down like—like adamant. Out of the beaten track, far from the trails of men! He relaxed.
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