I will say this... it's not what you're thinking! Enjoy.
"But-but—," Amelia blubbered. "What am I going to do?" She reached up and snatched the handkerchief Lorraine offered and dabbed it to her eyes. "I don't want to marry him! I don't want a wretched, sick husband!"
"Well, then, don't do it. It's as simple as that." Lorraine pulled up a chair and sat down beside Amelia. "He hasn't actually proposed yet, so I don't see any problem." To her surprise, Amelia wailed anew.
"You don't understand! I have to marry him!"
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