"I'll marry you.

Yes, yes, I'll do it, only don't touch me now!" He led her back to the fire, which had begun to crackle.

She was so weak now that she sank upon the stones shivering.
"That's right! Sit down and behave while I make you something hot to drink.

You're all in." After a time he continued, as he busied himself about his task: "Say, you ought to be glad to get me; I've got a lot of money, or I will have, and once you're Mrs.Runnion, nobody'll ever know about this or think of you as a squaw." He talked to her while he waited for the water to boil, his assurance robbing her of hope, for she saw he was stubborn and reckless, determined to override her will as well as to conquer her body, while under his creed, the creed of his kind, a woman was made from the rib of man and for his service.

He conveyed it to her plainly.