"I'll find some man in the Solomons who won't want to protect me." Sheldon could not conceal the shock her words gave him.
"You don't mean that, you know," he pleaded.
"I do; I really do.

I am sick and tired of this protection dodge.

Don't forget for a moment that I am perfectly able to take care of myself.
Besides, I have eight of the best protectors in the world--my sailors." "You should have lived a thousand years ago," he laughed, "or a thousand years hence.

You are very primitive, and equally super-modern.

The twentieth century is no place for you." "But the Solomon Islands are.