"These are your comrades, Haggart?
I am so glad to see them.

You said, Gart, yes--you said that their faces were entirely different from the faces of our people, and that is true.

Oh, how true it is! Our people have handsome faces, too--don't think our fishermen are ugly, but they haven't these deep, terrible sears.

I like them very much, I assure you, Gart.

I suppose you are a friend of Haggart's--you have such stern, fine eyes?
But you are silent?
Why are they silent, Haggart; did you forbid them to speak?
And why are you silent yourself, Haggart?
Haggart!" Illuminated by the light of torches, Haggart stands and listens to the rapid, agitated speech.