“Stop a minute,” said Mark. “Perhaps she’s a native.”
“Ah!” This was more proper. “She looks brown.”
“Copper coloured.”
“Are you a savage?”
“If you says so,” said Loo penitently. “Are you very sorry?”
“You’re sure you’re a savage?”
“Will she do?”
“You’re our slave.”
“Ar-right,” (all-right), said Loo her brown eyes beginning to sparkle through her tears. “I’ll be what you wants.”
“Mind you’re a slave.”