'Mr McKeith, I'm too honest to pretend that I didn't half expect this.

I felt you were beginning to care for me, and I was wondering whether I ought to let you go on.' 'Whether you ought to let me! As if you would be able to hinder it! Why, you couldn't stop me loving you.

You might as well try to dam up the river Leichardt with this little hand I'm holding.' She would have withdrawal it, but could not.
'No, no.

It isn't strong enough--this tiny, trembling hand, which I could break to bits in mine if I wanted to.

And could you prevent me from taking you in my arms--you wee great lady--and carrying you right away--away, out into the Bush where I'm on my own ground and where not one of your swell men folk would have a chance to find you.' 'I don't think any one of them would want to.' she laughed again tremulously.