"Still, I want a _quid pro quo_.

Wait until Ferris's farm is in the sale list and then take it with the growing crop." "I could not.

There are reasons," said the girl.
Winston gazed at her steadily, and a little color crept to his forehead, but he answered unconcernedly, "They can be over-ridden.
It may be the last favor I shall ever ask of you." "No," said Maud Barrington.

"Anything else you wish, but not that.
You must believe, without wondering why, that it is out of the question!" Winston yielded with a curious little smile.

"Well," he said, "we will let it drop.