"I won't bite.

Say it, why don't you ?" She bit her lips and looked away.
"I wanted to ask something--ask you to do something," she said, after a minute.

And then hurriedly, as if she feared her courage might ebb and leave her stranded, "I wish you'd give me that--jug!" Sheer surprise held Ford silent, staring at her.
"I don't ask many favors--I wish you'd grant just that one.

I wouldn't ask another." "What do you want of it ?" "Oh--" she stopped, then plunged on recklessly.

"It's getting on my nerves so! And if you gave it to me, you wouldn't have to fight the temptation--" "Why wouldn't I?
There's plenty more where that came from," he reminded her.
"But it wouldn't be right where you could get it any time the craving came.