"Nay, that will not do. Truly thou art stingy of kisses. And I am thy own brother!"
"I am not thy prisoner!" turning her eyes full upon him with a spirit of resistance.
"Yes, indeed. I will get a requisition from General Howe that you shall be delivered over to my keeping."
"But I will not go. Americans are born free."
"Yes, I have heard that they so declared. And equal, which is very amusing, seeing there are slaves and work people of all sorts, with no more manners than a plowboy at home. And elegant women like your Madam Wetherill and that charming Miss Franks and the handsome Shippens. Still, I adore thy spirit."
"Thou mayst take back thy gifts. I shall never go to London with thee."
"Oh, Primrose! What does possess thee to be so cruel! I am half a Friend for thy sake, and our soldiers laugh at my thee and thou. What else shall I do to win thee?"
"Thou shalt fight on the side of my country instead of against it. I cannot love a traitor."
"Nay, I am no traitor. There was no question of this war when I was sent to England. There are many Friends siding with us and longing for peace and prosperity. It is these in arms against us who have forgotten their fealty to their King. They are the ones to be called traitors."
"Nay, there is no king here. And many of them came hither to be free and away from the King's rule, and they have the right to choose."