Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. “My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them. ” “Then strip. ” “I beg your pardon?” He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn’t possibly have heard right.
A scheme of which every part promises delight, can never be successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defence of some little peculiar vexation.