Let me go, Mr.Stanford." "Let you go?
Surely not.

Come, sit down here beside me, Rose.

I have fifty things to say to you." "You have nothing to say to me--nothing I wish to hear.

Please let me go." "On your dignity again, Rose ?" he said, smiling, and mesmerizing her with his dark eyes; "when will you have done wearing your mask ?" "My mask!" Rose echoed, flushing; "what do you mean, Mr.Stanford ?" "Treating me like this! You don't want to leave me now, do you?
You don't hate me as much as you pretend.

You act very well, my pretty little Rose; but you don't mean it--you know you don't!" "Will you let me go, Mr.Stanford ?" haughtily.
"No, my dear; certainly not.