Merely a word or two....

The Vicomte Louis Jean de Contrecoeur fell at Lake George in '55----" She lifted her clear eyes to mine.

"And died--unmarried." A chill passed through me, then the reaction came, taking me by the throat, setting my veins afire.
"Then--by God!" I stammered.

"If de Contrecoeur died unmarried, his child shall not!" "Euan! I do not credit what they wrote.

If my father married here perhaps they had not heard." "Lois! Dearest of maids--whichever is the truth I wish to marry you!" But she stopped her ears with both palms, giving me a frightened look; and checked, but burning still, I stared at her.
"Is that then all you are ?" she asked.