What more do you want ?" Suddenly a new spirit of defiance awoke in him.

"What I owe you I don't know, but if you'll make out what you think is due, for what you've done for me in the way of food and clothes and education, I'll see you get it all.

Meanwhile, I want to be free to move and do as I will." John Grier sat down in his chair again, cold, merciless, with a scornful smile.
"Yes, yes," he said slowly, "you'd have made a great business man if you'd come with me.

You refused.

I don't understand you--I never did.