She took her hand from the belt of the blue dress, and Yorgh saw the gleam of the metal stick from the desert.
"It's already dark," he said hastily.
Vaneen sneered and dropped the object at his feet. Yorgh showed no resentment, thinking that she was beautiful even with a sneer. He could think of any number of girls whose faces became twisted and ugly with anger, but not Vaneen.
"Are you going back?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"I think you ought to sit down and make yourself comfortable with a steak."
Vaneen glared at him.
"I can't sit down and be comfortable, if you must know!"
"Why not?"
"My father took a stick to me when he found out that thing belonged to you."