I bowed. "I will see you again, Miss Prince. I thank you for a
pleasant half-hour."
The Martian led her away. Her little figure was like a child with a
giant. It seemed, as they passed the length of the deck, with me
staring after them, that he took her arm roughly. And that she shrank
from him in fear.
And they did not go inside. As though to show me that he had merely
taken her from me, he stopped at a distant deck window and stood
talking to her. Once he picked her up as one would pick up a child to
show it some distant object through the window.
Was Anita afraid of this Martian's wooing? Yet was held to him by some
power he might have over her brother? The vagrant thought struck me.