You dare to come and ask me to marry you over the ashes of my home, out of which you have dragged me and my poor old uncle.

I hate you, I tell you, and I will not marry you! I had rather marry a Kafir than marry you, Frank Muller, however great you may be." He smiled.

"Is it because of the Englishman Niel that you will not marry me?
He is dead.

It is useless to cling to a dead man." "Dead or alive, I love him with all my heart, and if he is dead it is at the hands of your people, and his blood rises up between us." "His blood has sunk down into the sand.

He is dead, and I am glad that he is dead.