Such a suggestion on your part is quite shameful.

You are taking a grave risk for no very great gain that I can see, and if anything happens to you I shall be left all alone in this awful place." She could think of no better argument.

Her only resource was a woman's expedient--a plea for protection against threatening ills.
The sailor seemed to be puzzled how best to act.
"Miss Deane," he said, "there is no such serious danger as you imagine.
Last time the cuttle caught me napping.

He will not do so again.

Those rifles I must have.