? ? ? ? "Then am I so much less desirable than Canler? I have money enough, and far more, for every need," he said bitterly.
? ? ? ? "I do not love you, Cecil," she said, "but I respect you. If I must disgrace myself by such a bargain with any man, I prefer that it be one I already despise. I should loathe the man to whom I sold myself without love, whomsoever he might be. You will be happier," she concluded, "alone--with my respect and friendship, than with me and my contempt."
? ? ? ? He did not press the matter further, but if ever a man had murder in his heart it was William Cecil Clayton, Lord Greystoke, when, a week later, Robert Canler drew up before the farmhouse in his purring six cylinder.
? ? ? ? A week passed; a tense, uneventful, but uncomfortable week for all the inmates of the little Wisconsin farmhouse.
? ? ? ? Canler was insistent that Jane marry him at once.
? ? ? ? At length she gave in from sheer loathing of the continued and hateful importuning.
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