I can't sail any farther, therefore I remain here.

And a planter I shall certainly be." "You see--" he began.
"I haven't got to the point," she interrupted.

"Looking back on my conduct from the moment I first set foot on your beach, I can see no false pretence that I have made about myself or my intentions.

I was my natural self to you from the first.

I told you my plans; and yet you sit there and calmly tell me that you don't know whether I really intend to become a planter, or whether it is all obstinacy and pretence.