You have abducted me." "No.

You came of your own free will." "The white men of my race will not pause to argue over any such subtlety.

Marry you?
I do not like your color." A dull red settled under Umballa's skin.
"I merely wish to warn you," she went on, "that my blood will be upon your head.

And woe to you if it is.

There are white men who will not await the coming of the British Raj." "Ah, yes; some brave hardy American; Bruce Sahib, for instance.