These southern tribes have grown up with this thing; bond-women were their nurses, and bondmen serve them still.

Nor are all their serfs such wretches as those we saw.

Some seem happy: yet not as men.
Unmanned, they know not what they are.

And though, of all the south, Nulli must stand almost alone in his insensate creed; yet, to all wrong-doers, custom backs the sense of wrong.

And if to every Mardian, conscience be the awarder of its own doom; then, of these tribes, many shall be found exempted from the least penalty of this sin.