She'll have disappeared, that will be all you'll know," said Murrell quietly.
"She'll never marry you." "Don't you be too sure of that.

She may be glad enough to in the end." "Oh, you think you are a hell of a fellow with women! Well, maybe you are with one sort--but what do you know about her kind ?" jeered the planter.
Murrell's brow darkened.
"I'll manage her," he said briefly.
"You were of some account until this took hold of you," complained Ware.
"What do you say?
One would hardly think I was offering to make you a present of the best plantation in west Tennessee!" said Murrell.
Ware seemed to suck in hope through his shut teeth.
"I don't want to know anything about this, you are going to swamp yourself yet--you're fixing to get yourself strung up--yes, by thunder, that'll be your finish!" "Do you want the land and the niggers?
I reckon you'll have to take them whether you want them or not, for I'm going to have the girl.".