I want to do it, it's fun doing it.
Remember, once I said I was proud of being a hard man, a driver, of being glad that people hated me and were afraid of me?
Well, since I've loved you I'm ashamed of it all.

I don't want to be hard any more, and nobody is going to hate me if I can help it.

I'm happy and I want other people so.

I love you," he suddenly exclaimed; "I love you, and if you will forgive me, and if you will come down to such a beast as I am, I want to be to you the best a man can be to a woman, Hilma.

Do you understand, little girl?
I want to be your husband." Hilma looked at the goldfishes through her tears.
"Have you got anything to say to me, Hilma ?" he asked, after a while.
"I don't know what you want me to say," she murmured.
"Yes, you do," he insisted.