You will have to take me as a lodger whether you want to or not.

I would not trust myself in a boat even with you, upon a sea like that." "It will be high tide in half an hour," Andrew said, "and the sea will go down fast enough then." "It may not," she answered hopefully.

"I rather believe that there is another storm blowing up." "There will be no dinner for you," he warned her.
"That I can endure cheerfully," she declared.

"I am sick of dinners.

I hate them.