They were of all sorts of complexions, and pictures of them might have been coloured by any child with a shilling paint-box.

The colours that child would have used for complexions would have been yellow ochre, red ochre, light red, sepia, and indian ink.

But their faces were painted already--black eyebrows and lashes, and some red lips.

The women wore a sort of pinafore with shoulder straps, and loose things wound round their heads and shoulders.
The men wore very little clothing--for they were the working people--and the Egyptian boys and girls wore nothing at all, unless you count the little ornaments hung on chains round their necks and waists.

The children saw all this before they could hear anything distinctly.
Everyone was shouting so.
But a voice sounded above the other voices, and presently it was speaking in a silence.
'Comrades and fellow workers,' it said, and it was the voice of a tall, coppery-coloured man who had climbed into a chariot that had been stopped by the crowd.