“Nothing? Take what you will; I give it freely.”
“I cannot take anything, though I thank you, Captain Coppinger, for your kind and generous offer.”
“You will accept nothing?”
She shook her head.
“That is like you. You do it to anger me. As you throw hard words at me—coward, wrecker, robber—and as you dash broken glass, buttons, buckles, in my face, so do you throw back my offers.”
“It is not through ingratitude—”
“I care not through what it is! You seek to anger, and not to please me. Why will you take nothing? There are beautiful things there to charm a woman.”
“I am not a woman; I am a little girl.”
“Why do you refuse me!”
“For one thing, because I want none of the things there, beautiful and costly though they be.”