Say you hate me, and would rather marry some one else; say anything that has some heart in it.

We sailors are made of warmer stuff than such icebergs as you.' 'I cannot say that, sir, because I do not hate you; and I never mean to marry, and I would sooner die than cause trouble in your family.' 'Then you won't have me, Gladys?
and you mean to send me back to sea again, and to make me return to my wild ways, and to make my mother miserable ?' 'Och hone! what will I do?
Why do you say such things to me, Mr Owen, who have never done you any harm?
I cannot marry--I cannot do what would be wicked and ungrateful--I will go away again back to old Ireland, and not cause trouble to those who have been so good to me.' 'No, you will not do anything of the kind, unless you wish me to go after you.

I shall tell my father that I will be off to sea again, and then I need not trouble you any more.' 'I will not stay, Mr Owen, to make mischief; so if you will only please to stop at home with your parents I will go away.' 'I shall not please to do anything of the kind, for I only stayed so long on your account, and this is the reward I get.' Owen was in a passion, and vainly striving to keep it down.

His face was flushed, he looked angrily and moodily upon the drooping head of Gladys as it bent lower and lower over the poor cow upon which she was leaning.
He suddenly seized her hand, and exclaimed,-- 'I am not used to be refused in this cool sort of way, and I don't believe there ever was a woman in the world who doesn't wish to get married to some one or other.

Now whether you mean to have me or not is not the question I am going to ask; but whether you have any other lover, or ever had one that you prefer to me ?--Tell me this, and I shall be satisfied.' Gladys tried to draw away her hand from the impetuous young man, but he held it fast.
'You needn't be afraid; I would not hurt a hair of your head.