His small blue eyes sparkled angrily.
"I am not versed in the law concerning real estate in human kind in the Kingdom of Bohemia," he answered.

"You may have property in a couple of hundredweight, more or less, of old bones rather the worse for the wear and tear of a century, but I certainly have some ownership in the life.
Without me, you would have been the possessor of a remarkably fine skeleton by this time--and of nothing more." As he spoke, his extraordinary voice ran over half a dozen notes of portentous depth, like the opening of a fugue on the pedals of an organ.
Unorna laughed scornfully.
"He is mine, Keyork Arabian, alive or dead.

If the experiment fails, and he dies, the loss is mine, not yours.

Moreover, what I have done is done, and I will neither submit to your reproaches nor listen to your upbraidings.

Is that enough ?" "Of its kind, quite.