Look at me: am I not a proper man for any maid to wed, though I be half a Boer?
And I have the brains, too, Bessie, the brains that shall make us both great.

We were made for each other--I have known it for years, and slowly, slowly, I have worked my way to you till at last you are in my reach;" and he stretched out both his arms towards her.
"My darling," he went on, in a soft, half-dreamy voice, "my love and desire, yield, now--yield! Do not force this new crime upon me.

I want to grow good for your sake, and have done with bloodshed.

When you are am wife I believe that the evil will go out of me, and I shall grow good.

Yield, and never shall woman have had such a husband as I will be to you.