He might have been a working-man, only, when he fingered his pipe, you'd see his hands were as well kept as a lord's lady's, fine as silk and polished to a degree.
And you'd think maybe a pleasant poet, which is a scarce thing, until you looked at the brown face of him and big gold ear-rings.

And then you'd know what he was: he was a great sea-captain.
But where did he come from?
You might know from the high cheek bones and the eyes that were on a slant, as it were, that it was an Eastern man was in it.

It might be Java and it might be Borneo, or it might be the strange country of Japan.
And there were a couple of strange occurrences in the wine-shop.

The Indian juggler was being baited by the fighting men, as people will be after poking coarse fun at a foreigner.

The slim Hindu fellow wasn't taking it at all well.