Others were in the house behind examining the wares before they came to the hammer.

Presently an old woman, meanly clad with her face veiled to the eyes, and bearing on her back a heavy basket such as was used to carry fruit to market, presented herself at the door of the house.
"What do you want ?" asked the gatekeeper.
"To inspect the slaves," she answered in Greek.
"Go away," he said roughly, "you are not a buyer." "I may be if the stuff is good enough," she replied, slipping a gold coin into his hand.
"Pass in, old lady, pass in," and in another second the door had closed behind her, and Nehushta found herself among the slaves.
In this building the light was already so low that torches were burning for the convenience of visitors.

By the flare of them Nehushta saw the unfortunate captives--there were but fifteen--seated upon marble benches, while slave women moved from the one to the other, washing their hands and feet and faces in scented water, brushing and tying their hair and removing the dust of the procession from their robes, so that they might look more comely to the eyes of the purchasers.

Also there were present a fair number of bidders, twenty or thirty of them, who strolled from girl to girl discussing the points of each and at times asking them to stand up, or turn round, or show their arms and ankles, that they might judge of them better.

At the moment when Nehushta entered one of these, a fat man with greasy curls who looked like an Eastern, was endeavouring to persuade a dark and splendid Jewess to let him see her foot.