else!â
âIf youâd give âem half a chance, some decent manâd marry you.â
âWould you, Henry?â She was mocking him.
âI would, if youâd behave yourself!â
She laughed long. âOh, Henry, Henry, I donât know but you would!â Then with her quizzing smile: âYou donât have to marry me, Henry. No man does, if I like him! And I like you.â
Henry Sparrow was hard to turn aside. âYou donât fool anyone. I see through you! Nancyâs father, whoever he was, and the way your Pa treated you; youâre just trying to get even with them, cutting off your nose to spite your face! Youâre a real nice woman, Lucy, if youâd let yourself be, âstead of acting such a fool.â
âDamn you to Hell!â
âItâs true. Youâre half crying now.â
âI ainât neither! And if I am itâs just because you make me so mad.â
âYouâre mad because you know itâs true.â
âNo such of a thing!â
âWhat you need is something to bring you up so short your heels dig dirt!â
âWhat I need is folks to let me alone! And Iâd thank you to do it, too.â
But Henry would not let her alone. Some way to change her, to make her settle down? He foundâor thought he foundâthe answer. When the grand jury met he went before them, to speak to them of Lucy. He was an urgent, honest man.
âYou know her, some of you. Lem Holmes. John Berry. Dave Prescott. Jim Harrod. John Haggin. You all know her. Or the ones
that donât know her know all about her. Sheâs a mocking and a byword all around.
âBut thereâs good in her, plenty of it; and them that know her know that, too. I want to marry her, if sheâll settle down. Iâd marry her and settle her down, but she wonât have me. She needs someone to give her a cuffing, shake some sense into her. I want you to do it.â
He was so earnest that they listened to him, astonished yet respectful too. What he proposed was a bitter, hard thing to do to any woman, and especially to a woman you wanted to marry. They told him so, but he stood his ground.
âItâll do her good. It might, anyway. One sure thing, it canât do her any harm. Sheâs hell-bent now. Sheâs a gone goose if someone donât stop her. Itâs worth a try.â
He had his way with them. When Lucy heard that the grand jury had indicted her for fornication, she went to this one and to that one till she had the truth, and so to Henry Sparrow in a rage of tears.
âThis is your doing! Iâm a mind to kill you dead!â
âItâs your own doing, Lucy. Youâll have to go to court, when court sits in the spring.â
âI donât have to do anything unless Iâve got a mind to!â
Henry Sparrow shook his head. âYes, you do. Everybody does, one way or another, and so do you.â He added mercilessly, âOnly if you marry me.â
âYou! Iâd as soon marry a hawg, after this you done to me.â
âYou keep on the way you been and a hawgâs too good for you. But Iâd marry you.â
She drove him away, but all that winter he besieged her, sometimes with threats of what the court would do to her and sometimes with tenderness, ignoring alike her anger and her jeers. âI want you to marry me. I always have, since the day I saw you.â
âIâd ruther go to jail any day than marry you!â
âGo to jail then, if nothing elseâll do you. Iâll marry you when you git out. Iâll marry you whenever you say the word.â
âThereâs plenty other womenâd marry you and glad to, if itâs marrying you want. Go talk to them!â
âYouâre the one for me. All the rest put together ainât good enough if I canât have you.â
âI ainât a-going to marry anybody just to keep out of