They don't understand you." "They must be kept in check by fear.

There is no other way," replied Meredith rather wearily.

Of late he had felt less and less inclined to exert himself.
"Yes, sir.

Those sort o' men." Meredith made no answer, and after a little pause Joseph repeated the words significantly, if ungrammatically.
"Those sort o' men." "What do you mean ?" "Slaves," replied Joseph sharply, touching his hat without knowing why.
"Slaves! What the devil are you talking about ?" The man came a little nearer.
"Those forty men--leastwise thirty-four men--that we brought from Msala--Mr.Durnovo's men, that cultivate this 'ere Simiacine as they call it--they're different from the rest, sir." "Yes, of course they are.

We do not hire them direct--we hire them from Mr.Durnovo and pay their wages to him.