Межзвёздный скиталец
Chapter 15
Hesmiledthatthin-lippedsmileofhis,andqueried:
“HowlikeyoutheLadyOm?”
“Insuchmattersacunyisnaughtparticular,”Itemporized.
“Howlikeyouher?”herepeated,hisbeadyeyesboringintome.
“Passingwell,ay,andmorethanpassingwell,ifyouwillhaveit.”
“Thenwintoher,”hecommanded,“andsomedaywewillgetshipandescapefromthiscursedland.I’dgivehalfthesilksoftheIndiesforamealofChristianfoodagain.”
Heregardedmeintently.
“Doyouthinkyoucanwintoher?”hequestioned.
Iwashalfintheairatthechallenge.Hesmiledhissatisfaction.
“Butnottooquickly,”headvised.“Quickthingsarecheapthings.Putaprizeuponyourself.Becharyofyourkindnesses.Makeavalueofyourbullthroatandyellowhair,andthankGodyouhavethem,fortheyareofmoreworthinawoman’seyesthanarethebrainsofadozenphilosophers.
