That's the way wages go down and death rates goes up, worse luck for the likes of hus, as has to sell ourselves like pigs in the market." He was about to continue when the policeman took him by the arm, turned him towards the gate, and pointed expressively in that direction.
Smilash looked vacantly at him for a moment.

Then, with a wink at Fairholme, he walked gravely away, amid general staring and silence..