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after Marguerite, my wife, died, that father’s health began to deteriorate. He became despondent, and obsessed with putting his affairs in order. Apparently that included obtaining the marshland. He mentioned the bargain to me several times, and I ignored it. But he was relentless when he wanted something, and when he passed away, he left a stipulation in the will that if I was still single, it was his wish that I marry you and acquire the land promised the Fitzgerald family.
    He smiled wryly.  “I wasn’t at all certain I would agree …until I saw you tonight.”
    “Really?” I asked.  “You expect me to believe that?”
    “I don’t particularly care whether you believe it or not.  But it’s the truth.”  He smiled. He seemed to enjoy this little cat and mouse game. “Besides, what do you have to lose? Perhaps there are other prospects?”
    I stood up so quickly I felt light-headed for a second, but a few deep breaths helped me regain my composure.
    “I cannot agree to this arrangement,” I said. “And I never will. Call your attorneys, Mr. Fitzgerald. I’m sure they can extract you from this unpleasant situation you find yourself in.”
    He came to attention and took one step toward me. Then he stopped, staring at me with a disbelieving stare. But he made no move to stop me.I ran out the door, down the stairs and out into the night without anyone trying to stop me.  I asked for a carriage and one was immediately brought for me.
    As we drove back through the marsh toward home, I felt angry and used. I felt ignorant. And sad. But there was nothing I could do to change the ugly thing my father had done. I wanted to believe he did it intending to secure my future, but I knew better. It was likely only more of his controlling behavior. It seemed even from the grave he sought to control my life.
    The trip back home was completely different than I’d experienced coming to Marshbay. The excitement and anticipation were gone and I no longer noticed the beauty of my surroundings. How I dreaded telling Mother that I failed to keep my promise to her.
    I realized, though, no explanation I gave, no ill treatment I felt I received could explain to her why I had just thrown away the chance to be the bride of a man like Ian Fitzgerald. A member of such a wealthy and prestigious family. I had no idea how I could ever make her understand.
    Before I left home that night, Dr. Leavy arrived to see Mother. Now I noticed his carriage was still there.  My heart skipped a beat as I hurried into the house.
    The doctor met me in the hallway leading to mother’s room.
    “Dr. Leavy,” I said.  “Is anything wrong? I didn’t expect you would still be here.”
    His expression was grave as he stepped forward and took my hand.
    “I’m so sorry, Isabella,” he said, “but your mother passed away just moments ago.”
    “What do you mean? How could that be— I only spoke to her an hour or so ago.  No,” I whispered.
    Shocked as I was at his words, I knew why it happened so quickly. My promise to her had given her peace; she knew I’d be in good hands.
    I went into her room, tears falling down my cheeks as I saw her lying on the bed so still and beautiful. Her face was peaceful.
    “Thank you, Doctor, for all you’ve done,” I managed to say. 
    “Of course,” he said, bowing slightly. “If you will be all right I will leave you now.”
    “Yes,” I answered. “Mrs. Reed will be here with me.”
    After he left, I wanted nothing more than to collapse and weep, but there were duties I must take care of. Much as I mourned her death, I was grateful she’d never know of my failure with the Fitzgeralds. I was glad she would not have to worry about how I would survive.
    Truth be known, I had no idea myself.

Chapter Two
     
    The funeral was held two days later at our little Episcopal church at the edge of the marsh. The small church was full for my mother’s service since she and Father were well known in our community.