If it did, it'd be the same to me.

I ask you to take me for your husband.

Just reflect on what your father said, Rhoda." The horrible utterance her father's lips had been guilty of flashed through her, filling her with mastering vindictiveness, now that she had a victim.
"Yes! I'm to take a husband to remind me of what he said." Robert eyed her sharpened mouth admiringly; her defence of her sister had excited his esteem, wilfully though she rebutted his straightforward earnestness and he had a feeling also for the easy turns of her neck, and the confident poise of her figure.
"Ha! well!" he interjected, with his eyebrows queerly raised, so that she could make nothing of his look.

It seemed half maniacal, it was so ridged with bright eagerness.
"By heaven! the task of taming you--that's the blessing I'd beg for in my prayers! Though you were as wild as a cat of the woods, by heaven! I'd rather have the taming of you than go about with a leash of quiet"-- he checked himself--"companions." Such was the sudden roll of his tongue, that she was lost in the astounding lead he had taken, and stared.
"You're the beauty to my taste, and devil is what I want in a woman! I can make something out of a girl with a temper like yours.

You don't know me, Miss Rhoda.