There's no getting out of it.

I've given you everything I've got, and you can't throw it away.

The question is--what are you going to do with it?
What are you going to do with me ?" His sophistries frightened her; but she cut through them.
"Isn't it rather a question of what you're going to do with yourself ?" "If you give me up I don't care a hang what becomes of me." He came very near and his voice was dangerously soft.

"Phyllis dear, I do love you with all my heart.

Why won't you marry me ?" But a hateful scene rushed to her memory.