"Let's go back." I shook my head.

"I can do what other men have done, and I know that other men have clubbed seals.

But I think I'll leave the bulls alone next time." "I wish you wouldn't," she said.
"Now don't say, 'Please, please,'" I cried, half angrily, I do believe.
She made no reply, and I knew my tone must have hurt her.
"I beg your pardon," I said, or shouted, rather, in order to make myself heard above the roar of the rookery.

"If you say so, I'll turn and go back; but honestly, I'd rather stay." "Now don't say that this is what you get for bringing a woman along," she said.

She smiled at me whimsically, gloriously, and I knew there was no need for forgiveness.
I rowed a couple of hundred feet along the beach so as to recover my nerves, and then stepped ashore again.
"Do be cautious," she called after me.
I nodded my head and proceeded to make a flank attack on the nearest harem.