I beg you both to accept my congratulations on your nuptials.

Undoubtedly, you will be happy together; two people with such similar ideas of humor must have much to enjoy in common." He bowed low and, turning, walked out.
The moment he was gone she cried, breathlessly: "You must marry me, Poleon.

You've got to do it now." "Do you mean dat for sure ?" he said.
"Can't you see there's nothing else for it, after this?
I'll show him that he can't make me a toy to suit his convenience.

I've told him I would marry you on Sunday, and I'll do it or die.

Of course you don't love me, for you don't know what love is, I suppose; how--could you ?" She broke down and began to catch her breath amid coughing sobs that shook her slender body, though they left her eyes dry and feverish.
"I--I'm very unhappy, b-but I'll be a good--wife to you.