I'd be proud to marry you and help on with the old farm.

You don't love me yet--which is a pretty hard thing for me to see to be certain of.

But I love you, and I trust you.

I like the stuff you're made of--and nice stuff I'm talking to a young woman," he added, wiping his forehead at the idea of the fair and flattering addresses young women expect when they are being wooed.
As it was, Rhoda listened with savage contempt of his idle talk.

Her brain was beating at the mystery and misery wherein Dahlia lay engulfed.
She had no understanding for Robert's sentimentality, or her father's requisition.