It is his due. You've
solved your own problem and are satisfied, so why not reveal
yourself. There is nothing to be gained by further secrecy."
She was watching him closely. "Are you, after all is said and done,
sure that you want to marry the daughter of William Blithers, in the
face of all the bitter consequences that may follow such an act?
Think hard, my dear. She is being forced upon you, in a way. Mr.
Blithers' money is behind her. Your people are opposed to the
bargain, for that is the way in which they will look upon it. They
may act very harshly toward you. The name of Blithers is detested in
your land. His daughter is reviled. Are you sure that you want to
marry her, Re--Robin?"
"Are you through?" he asked, transfixing her with a determined look.
"Well, then, I'll answer you. I do want to marry you, and, more than
that, I mean to marry you. I love--"
"You may tell me, Robin, as we are driving back to the Inn together--
not here, not now," she said softly, the lovelight in her eyes.
Happiness blurred his vision.
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