It said they were not.

They were of all sorts, apparently.

It paused, with the one goggle eye immovably gazing down the whole length of the room and through the door opening on to the "piazza." It paused, then went on in the same low pitch: "There was even one English girl." "Poor devil!"-- said Davidson, "I suppose these women are not much better than slaves really.

Was that fellow with the dyed beard decent in his way ?" The mechanism remained silent.

The sympathetic soul of Davidson drew its own conclusions.
"Beastly life for these women!" he said.