There were also women in sordid skirts and with their loose jackets unhooked.

Many stood talking together in yelping voices, whilst others, seated on old chairs with their hands on their knees, remained like that idle for hours.

Not many men were met; but a few lay on the scorched grass, sleeping heavily in the sunlight.

However, the stench was becoming unbearable--a stench of misery as when the human animal eschews all cleanliness to wallow in filth.

And matters were made worse by the smell from a small, improvised market--the emanations of the rotting fruit, cooked and sour vegetables, and stale fried fish which a few poor women had set out on the ground amidst a throng of famished, covetous children.
"Ah! well, my dear, I really don't know where it is," all at once exclaimed the Prince, addressing his cousin.