Here the slaves were exhibited, the poor things intended for dalliance and those who were to struggle and sweat and die under the overseer's lash.
Every fortnight a day was set aside for the business of the mart.
Owners and prospective buyers met, chewed betel-nut, smoked their hookas, sipped coffee and tea, and exchanged the tattle of the hour.
It was as much an amusement as a business; indeed, it was the oriental idea of a club, and much the same things were discussed.

Thus, Appaji bought a beautiful girl at the last barter and Roya found a male who was a good juggler, and only night before last they had traded.

The bazaars were not what they used to be.

Dewan Ali had sold his wife to a Punjab opium merchant.

Aunut Singh's daughter had run away with the son of a bheestee.