"If you should manage to cook up a little nerve and change your mind," she said angrily, "you might possibly find us at the Tan Jet much later tonight."
He still made no comment. She went on softly,
"Night's the only time, you know, at least in this century. Night in the city. I love the pale yellow streets and the bright yellow tunnels.
"They've taken the jungles away from us, the high seas and the highways, even space and the air. They've abolished half of the night.
"They've tried to steal danger. But we've found it again in the city; we who've got nerve and hate the sheep!"
