Such an offer to me now is simply laughing at me.
Bell, I tell you what,--I will not give you up.

The fact is, you do not know me yet,--not know me as you must know any man before you choose him for your husband.

You and Lily are not alike in this.
You are cautious, doubtful of yourself, and perhaps, also, somewhat doubtful of others.

My heart is set upon this, and I shall still try to succeed." "Ah, Bernard, do not say that! Believe me, when I tell you that it can never be." "No; I will not believe you.

I will not allow myself to be made utterly wretched.