Harry, you're not a greenhorn; you don't suspect you're called down there to stop it, do you?
You jump plump into a furious lot of the girl's relatives; you might as well take a header into a leech-pond.

Come! you're a man; think for yourself.

Don't have this affair on your conscience, boy.

I tell you, Harry Richmond, I'm against your going.

You go against my will; you offend me, sir; you drag my name and blood into the mire.