In the grateful coolness men came and went, buying, joking, offering neighborly advice to chance-met people.
A plump woman, who carried two tiny silver fish in an immense flat basket, grinned at Miss Drake, and pointed roguishly.
"See the two boats going by!" she called.

"Her feet are bigger than my Golden Lilies!" And laughing, she wriggled her own dusty toes, strong, free, and perfect in modeling.
An old, withered barber looked up from shaving a blue forehead, under a tree.
"Their women," he growled, "are shameless, and walk everywhere!" But a stern man, bearing a palm-leaf fan and a lark in a cage, frowned him down.
"She brought my son safe out of the Three Sicknesses," he declared.
"Mind your trade, Catcher of Lively Ones!" Then bending over the cage, with solicitude, he began gently to fan the lark.

As Heywood and the girl paused beside him, he glanced up, and smiled gravely.

"I give my pet his airing," he said; and then, quickly but quietly, "When you reach the town, do not pass through the West Quarter.

It is full of evil-minded persons.