β οΉ and no sooner had he stepped forward than a hand he roseβΈ»just the rightοΉ near shy of her shoulderοΉ οΉ jessabelleοΉ my girlοΉ I'd hope you don't think I stand here chastisin' you for the pleasure of itοΉ οΉ truth be toldοΉ β²
. . . I ainβt βlike βmen . Nβ there IS shame ! Ainβt natural !
Gets yβ killed !
A man makes mistakes , Iβm a man of plenty . So what ? Ainβt make it right.
β miss gravesοΉ is that truly what you think of meοΉ I find the implication rather insultingοΉ there's sure to be many a fault you may lay at my feetοΉ but keepin' a woman captive isn't just itοΉ is itοΉ