17/26 You'll have to marry me then." "Have to!" flashed Dot. "You are mine." "I'm not, Bertie!" she declared indignantly. "How--how dare you hold me against my will? Bertie, you--you're a horrid cad!" "Yes, I know," said Bertie, an odd note of soothing in his voice. "That's what you English people always do when you're beaten. |