But let us go back to realities.

Do you mean to tell me that they--these wretches--would dare to sell me--us, I mean--into the kind of slavery you mention ?" A trace of anxiety deepened the tone of her voice.

She was now keenly alert and no longer trivial.
"Why not ?" he asked soberly, arising and coming quite close to her side.
"You are beautiful.

If they should take you alive, it would be a very simple matter for any one of these men to purchase you from the others.
You might easily be kept on this island for the rest of your days, and the world would be none the wiser.

Or you could be sold into Persia, or Arabia, or Turkey.