Any man who followed you should meet _me_.

Until you loved me all you could, and said so, and proved it, I would wring your neck with my hands, if necessary, until you loved me!" "Excellent! What then ?" "Then, Madam the Baroness, I would in turn build you a palace, one of logs, and would make you a most excellent couch of the husks of corn.
You should cook at my fireplace, and for _me!_" She smiled slowly past me, at me.

"Pray, be seated," she said.

"You interest me." "It is late," I reiterated.

"Come! Must I do some of these things--force you into obedience--carry you away in a sack?
My master can not wait." "Don Yturrio of Mexico, on the other hand," she mused, "promised me not violence, but more jewels.