Her hands trembled as she closed her door.
She heard him coming down at last, and suddenly remembering the
license, hid it in a drawer. She knew that he would destroy it if
he saw it. And Dan's face justified the move. He came in and
stood glowering at her, his hands in his pockets.
"What made you tell that lie to mother?" he demanded,
"She was worried, Dan. And it will be true to-morrow. You--Dan,
you didn't tell her it was a lie, did you?"
"I should have, but I didn't. What do you mean, it will be true
to-morrow?"
"We are going to be married to-morrow."
"I'll lock you up first," he said, angrily. "I've been expecting
something like that. I've watched you, and I've seen you watching
him. You'll not do it, do you hear? D'you think I'd let you get
away with that? Isn't it enough that he's got to support us,
without your coaxing him to marry you?"
She made no reply, but went on with a perfunctory laying of the
table. Her mouth had gone very dry.
"The poor fish," Dan snarled. "I thought he had some sense.
Letting himself in for a nice life, isn't he? We're not his kind,
and you know it. He knows more in a minute than you'll know all
your days.
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