"It seems strange that you have been through all that—battles, killing people—and you just a boy too, just Laurence," said Mary dreamily. "And wouldn't hurt a fly. I can remember yet what a fuss you made about a kitten—you remember the kitten the boys were—"
"Just Larry O'Carolan, the gossoon, divil a bit else," said Laurence.
"Oh, don't be Irish!... O'Carolan is pretty, though, prettier than Carlin, but it's too Irish!"
"You can have it either way you like, Mary darling," said he tenderly. "Just so you take it soon—will you?"
She could feel the strong beating of his heart as he held her close.
"And yet—I ought not to ask you, maybe! For I've got nothing in the world, only my two hands!... You know I was studying law when it came. Judge Baxter would take me back in his office, I think—but it would be years before—"
"He said you would be a good lawyer," pondered Mary.
"Would you like that? I could make some money at something else, perhaps, and be reading law too—at night or some time.... Or there's business—there are a lot of chances now, Mary, all over the country. I've heard of a lot of things.... Would you go away with me, Mary, go west, if—"
"West?"