They were married two months before he went away. Their marriage was a great success. Vera had the same instinctive good will as he and considerably more native wisdom. She had not, incredibly, either lied to him or stretched the truth in any degree or any particular. It was George who brought up the subject of her father; she had not mentioned it again, and at first George had been certain that she had, understandably, deceived him on this one point. But after two weeks in their rented bachelor apartment—in the first rush of enlistments George’s battalion had been more than glad to have him sleep out—his faith in her had grown so deep that he could say, quite naturally, “Vera, I want to see your father before I go away.”
“You’re so good, George. Are you sure you want to see him?”
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