Remember, my lord! I am not your mistress, and I will not stand any of this! Leave me.

I hate you, animal that you are!" He stiffened and grew rigid with every word that she said, and when she had finished he was as deadly pale as she herself.
"Say not one syllable more to me, Zara!" he commanded.

"You will have no cause to reprove me for loving you again.

And remember this: things shall be as you wish between us.

We will each live our lives and play the game.