If my promise proves false, are you not free to return?
There are no ogres nowadays to carry young ladies off to enchanted palaces and eat them.

Come with me to my home in New York.

If I fail in aught I have promised, why, return here." Mollie brought her two little palms together with an enthusiastic slap.
"I'll do it, Mr.Walraven! I know it's all a dream and an illusion, but still I'll see the dream to the end; that is, if you can make it all right with Mr.Harkner, the manager." "I can make it all right!" exclaimed Mr.Walraven.

"Money can do anything under the sun.

He has his price, like other men, and I can pay it.