And now it wasn't no use talking--I jest wasn't in love with Martha no more, and didn't have no ambition to be.

I had went around the country a good bit, and got intrusted in other things, and saw several other girls I liked purty well.

Keeping steady in love with jest one girl is mighty hard if you are moving around a good bit.
But I was considerable worried about Martha.

She was an awful romanceful kind of girl.

And even the most sensible kind is said to be fools about getting their hearts broke and pining away and dying over a feller.