“What has it to give?”
“Just things that taste good....”
“Then ...?”
“Then let’s die.”
“Why do you say Cheat, Clara? Why don’t you say Pay?”
“To pay comes high.”
“To cheat comes low.” She looked at Clara long. “I don’t believe you, Clara. There’s no cheat in you.”
“Then you don’t know me.”
“You said that we knew each other.”
“Well, look at me!” She stood. “I am lovely. Look.” Her hands caressingly followed her words. “My hair is black and soft. My mouth is warm. This is a good white throat, I know.... And my body is good—O so good and clean, and so swelling-slender like a lily. My body deserves something, that is sure.” She sat down. She blushed. “So does yours,” she went on. “I’ve seen you. So does yours.”