Yet she did not know, did not understand, and it must all be explained to her.
Miles broke in impatiently.
"Ain't it the same nigger, sir, what brought us up here ?" "Yes," I said, but with my eyes on the girl's face.

"Billie, listen, dear.

The man was Le Gaire's servant, his slave, but also his son.

He was here with his master, but you never knew of the real relationship between them.

The boy was our guide last night, and he told me his story--of how justly he hated Le Gaire.