"Go on and burrow.

What nourishes you can look out for itself....

Only"-- he wheeled around and looked into the darkness where, unseen, Sylvia Quest awaited him--"only, in this set, the young have less chance than the waifs of the East Side." He walked slowly up to Dysart and struck him across the face with open palm.
"Break with that girl or I'll break your head," he said.
Dysart was down on the leaves, struggling up to his knees, then to his feet, the thin blood running across his chin.

The next instant he sprang at Duane, who caught him by both arms and forced him savagely into quivering inertia.
"Don't," he said.

"You're only a thing that dances.