He now endeavoured to qualify the harshness of his former sentiments.
"God damn my soul! And so you can scold, can you?
You expect every body to turn out of his way, and fetch and carry, just as you please?
I could find in my heart--But you know my mind.

I insist upon it that you let Grimes court you, and that you lay aside your sulks, and give him a fair hearing.

Will you do that?
If then you persist in your wilfulness, why there, I suppose, is an end of the matter.

Do not think that any body is going to marry you, whether you will or no.

You are no such mighty prize, I assure you.