Nell's like a tender vine just beginning to creep around and cling to something strong.

She cares for me; but her love is like the vine.

It may hurt her a little to tear that love away, but it won't kill her; and in the end it will be best for her.

You need a good wife.

What could I do with a woman?
Go in and win her, Jim." "Joe, you're sacrificing yourself again for me," cried Jim, white to the lips.