Long, dry sobs racked her. The father divined with alarm that he did not know the worst.
“Tell me—tell me, ’Lissie! Brought you back to do what, honey?” He held her back from him, his hands on her shoulders.
“To marry me.”
“What!”
“To marry me. And he did—fifteen minutes ago, I am Black MacQueen’s wife.”
“Black MacQueen’s wife! My God, girl!” Big Beauchamp Lee stared at her in a horror of incredulity.
She told him the whole story, from beginning to end.