Nobody need know but you and me.

It wouldn't be much of a sacrifice to her to give him a taste of the thing she swore to do--how does it run?
--'to have and to hold from this day forward' ?--I can't recall it; but it's whether the wind blows fair or foul, or the keel scrapes the land or gives to the rock, till the sea gulps one of 'em down for ever.

That's the sense of the thing, Marmion, and the contract holds between the two, straight on into the eternal belly.

Whatever happens, a husband is a husband, and a wife a wife.

It seems to me that, in the sight of Heaven, it's he that's running fair in the teeth of the wind, every timber straining, and she that's riding with it, well coaled, flags flying, in an open channel, and passing the derelict without so much as, 'Ahoy there!'" Now, at this distance of time, I look back, and see Hungerford, "the rowdy sailor," as he called himself, lying there, his dark grey eyes turned full on me; and I am convinced that no honester, more sturdy-minded man ever reefed a sail, took his turn upon the bridge, or walked the dry land in the business of life.