"Look, oh, look!" she said.
Down just below us on the right hand was a similar beach to the one that we had left.

A rude hut had been erected on it and various articles lay strewn about.
Seated on a rock with their backs towards us were a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in goatskins, and his whiskers, so I inferred from what I could see of them from the side, were at least as exuberant as mine.
The woman was in white fur with a fillet of seaweed round her head.

They were sitting close together as if in earnest colloquy.
"Cave people," whispered Edith, "aborigines of the island." But I answered nothing.

Something in the tall outline of the seated woman held my eye.