You're the biggest potato in the whole bag as far as mind goes, and you make me feel the smallest.
You're so wonderful that the marvel of your being contented to marry me is a bit staggering.

And that brings me back to my question, which you haven't answered.' 'How have I brought myself to the incredible enterprise of marrying an Australian bushman?
Do you know ?'--she became suddenly serious--'I have asked myself that question once or twice, and I haven't been able to answer it.' The light of adoration in his eyes faded a little.
'I've been afraid of that,' he said slowly.

I've been afraid that you might be rushing into the business without reasoning it out--weighing all the sides of it.' 'If I were, it would only be the way of the O'Haras.' His blue eyes became more troubled.
'I've been afraid of that,' he repeated.

'Bridget--suppose--my dear, suppose it was to turn out a mistake.' 'Well, I've made so many mistakes in my life and lived through them that one more wouldn't matter,' she rejoined lightly.
'This one would matter--because it would be irretrievable.

Suppose that you were to find that you couldn't put up with the Bush life--I've told you that you are letting your imagination and your enthusiasm run a bit away with you, and that there may be hardships you don't reckon on.