But you can't deny that it's poor." "There's one of its sons, named Touris, that is not poor!" Rullock rose upon one knee.

"The wise man gets rich and the fool stays poor.

Do you want to be friends or do you want to fight ?" Alexander clasped his hands behind his head and lay back upon the earth.

"No, I do not want to fight--not now! I wouldn't fight you, anyhow, for standing up for one to whom you're beholden." Silence fell between them, each having eyes upon the other.

Something drew each to each, something repelled each from each.