“I must have eighty boutjous (10l.) for her,” said Ben Faka.
“She is not worth them.”
“Did’st thou ever see so beautiful a negress?—Open thy mouth.”
The slave obeyed.
“Look, what teeth! there is not one missing!—Walk.”
The slave walked.
“What hips! what a firm and graceful step! She is a virgin too.—Open thy haick and thy shift.”
The slave did as she was commanded.
“Press her breasts; she has no more milk than a new-born lamb. Don’t weep slave, or the chaous shall dry thy tears with his stick.”
The girl wiped her eyes.