"As though you'd do that if you didn't have to!" she exclaimed incredulously.
"I think you know better."
"No, I don't!" she snapped. "I know men and women; that's all I know. And as you're one of the two species I don't expect anything celestial from you.... And you'd better go, now."
She turned over on her pillow with a grunt: Quarren laughed, lifted one of her pudgy and heavily ringed hands from the coverlet, and, still smiling, touched the largest diamond with his lips.
"I think," he said, "that you are one of the very few I really like in your funny unreal world.... You're so humanly bad."
"What!" she shouted, floundering to a sitting posture.
But, looking back at her from the door, he found her grinning.
CHAPTER VII
Premonitions of spring started the annual social exodus; because in the streets of Ascalon and in the busy ways of Gath spring becomes summer over night and all Philistia is smitten by the sun.