Let it be your engagement ring.

Sally, I pray I may somehow get through this awful Ranger deal to make you happy, to become worthy of you!" "Russ, I fear only one thing," she whispered.
"And what's that ?" "There will be fighting.

And you--oh, I saw into your eyes the other night when you stood with your hands up.

You would kill anybody, Russ.
It's awful! But don't think me a baby.

I can conceive what your work is, what a man you must be.