"That makes no difference to me!" he protested. "I know what I want—I always have. And I want you."
"No," she said. "It is not the real me that you want, but we can pass that by. The important fact is that you have offered your last price and the bid is declined."
He looked at her with a sudden flash in his eyes. "Do I deserve that?" He had grown pale to the lips.
"Yes, you do. I have told you that I should never love you. Yet that means less than nothing to you. You have apparently not considered my possible love as a requisite in the case. It is 'breeding' you want, and beauty—and for that you make your offer. You propose purchase, not exchange, Mr. Craig. Well, I am not for sale!"
He flushed to his hair a dark, heavy red. He appeared to be controlling himself by a fierce effort. "Don't answer me now," he said. "Let me speak to you again later."
"I have answered you," she replied, "once and for all. You will please consider it final."
"I have answered you," she replied, "once and for all. You will please consider it final"
A whirl of what seemed almost rage shook him; with a single stride he reached her and seized both her hands. "Is there—another man?" There was what startled her now in the harsh, hard voice.