He spoke in a clearer and less inebriated tone than any of the others.
“We’ve found what you wanted, Trent. Ugliest woman in London! Are you going to marry her, as you said you shwould? Or are you going back on your word?”
“Trent’s a man of his word,” someone piped up. “That’sh what I say – and I’ll shay it again – Trent’s a man of his word!”
“Of course I meant what I said,” Trent replied. “I intend to show that damned woman I am not to be played with and I’ll be married before she is! That is what I said and that is what I will do!”
“Then you can be married now. We’ve your bride with ush. Look at her, Trent. You couldn’t find an uglier woman anywhere!”
“The uglier the better!” Trent replied and his voice was deep with anger.
“Come on, Joshua,” cried someone. “You’ll have to shtand u
