It's simply a case of common sense: Your people put that girl there, and they must get her to clear out again sharp.

It's just a question of what's healthy." "Well, I know it's not healthy for me to have anything to do with, and I won't! I don't believe you can help people unless they want to be helped." Martin whistled.
"You're rather a brute, I think," said Thyme.
"A brute, not rather a brute.

That's all the difference." "For the worse!" "I don't think so, Thyme!" There was no answer.
"Look at me." Very slowly Thyme turned her eyes.
"Well ?" "Are you one of us, or are you not ?" "Of course I am." "You're not!" "I am." "Well, don't let's fight about it.

Give me your hand." He dropped his hand on hers.

Her face had flushed rose colour.