Internal monologue of a young man falling in rather quick love. (She did just save his life after all...)
Pastor Losier's daughter. Oh God. He was so stupid. A farmer's daughter wouldn't want him, not as things stood today—or if she did her parents would cry her down—so of course, fall for a pastor's daughter you fool, they're not picky! She was beautiful. No—she wasn't, she was pretty, or something, he didn't even know, the eyes had him, and that black hair in long loose curls that he wanted to touch, but he could hear his cousins—shame about that nose, Luc—his right fist clenched. Say that again.