So! She had him at her mercy! "Not so fast, young lady," continued he in answer to that gleam.

"It is equally true that you've got to marry me." "But I shall not!" she cried.

"Besides, it isn't true." "It IS true," replied he.

"You may refuse to marry me, just as a man may refuse to run when the dynamite blast is going off.

Yes, you can refuse, but--you'd not be your grandmother's granddaughter if you did." "Really!" She was so surcharged with rage that she was shaking with it, was tearing up her handkerchief in her lap.
"Yes, indeed," he assured her, tranquil as a lawyer arguing a commercial case before a logic-machine of a judge.