"What will people say when they know you ran away with me." "I'll tell them the truth." "Huh! I'm too well known.

No man on the river would ever have you after that." "You--you--" Her voice was a-quiver with indignation and loathing, but her lips could not frame an epithet fit for him.

He continued rowing for some time, then said: "Will you marry me ?" "No! If this thing is ever known, Poleon will kill you--or father." For a third time he rested on his oars.
"Now that we've come to threats, let me talk.

I offered to marry you and do the square thing, but if you don't want to, I'll pass up the formality and take you for my squaw, the same as your father took Alluna.

I guess you're no better than your mother, so your old man can't say much under the circumstances, and if he don't object, Poleon can't.