He would have one box of them.

I swore I could not part with them.

He continued to beg, and I to resist.

I offered a knife instead, but this he would not have, because the lucifers would be so valuable for his magical observances.

On went the storm, till at last I drove him off with a pair of my slippers, which he had stuck his dirty feet into without my leave.
I then refused to take his bullock, because he had annoyed me.