He is so fresh and clean." The Harvester glanced enviously at the shaven face and white trousers and shirt of the doctor.
"I just hate fresh, clean men.

I want to smell herbs.

I want to put my feet in the dirt and my hands in the water." The Harvester came at a rush.

He brought a big easy chair from the living-room, straightened the cover, and bent above the Girl.

He picked her up lightly, gently, and easing her to his body settled in the chair.
She laid her face on his shoulder, and heaved a deep sigh of content.
"Be careful with my back, Man," she said.